wheat fields sway in breeze
across the wide planted plain
golden grains of life
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
1916
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!
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9 comments:
That is amazing. I am thinking of all that work in planting....
I like that bit about 'golden grains of life'! :)
cool poem/haiku... thoughful words!
Thank you Sandy. Much of my youth was spent on my Grandmothers farm in upstate NY.Amid corn fields and wheat fields. It was a lovely time in my life. So happy you liked it.
Melanie
Much thanks shail for stopping by. Happy you liked my poem.
Melanie
Thanks Neni for reading my work. Loved your blog.
Melanie
grains of life...nice thought!
Hi Melanie ~~ I like your golden grains of life across the planted plain (But I forgot the name for repetitious p's and g's).
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oh yes, aptly written.. opportunities of life
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