Sunday, September 4, 2011

Abandoned Farm

Once mighty tractors ploughed vast fields. Planting wheat and corn.
During late August the Harvest Moon, big and red. Tells the farmer the
all is ready. Lush reward for all of their hard work. Soon comes the years of drought and the once proud farm is abandoned. The vestige left cluttered with rusted tractors. Stop dead in the dry barren fields.
Man leaves his foot print for all to see and weep. Who will grow the wheat to feed the world?


once lush farm did grow
now remains a empty field
will the rain come soon.


14 comments:

Morning said...

cool magpie.

Stafford Ray said...

Sobering thoughts and your question; "Who will grow the wheat to feed the world?" does not have an answer as we 'paint ourselves into a corner'.

Kay L. Davies said...

Sad, and all too true. Well put.
— K

Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

Rinkly Rimes said...

You captured a sense of abandonment.

Reflections said...

a sad, tender piece capturing the true nature of abandonment and loss... yet there in the harvest moon lies hope of future days.

robkistner said...

liked the depth and reflection of this piece... sadly, the day may not be far off when the majority of the world no longer will know the taste of 'natural' food...

Brian Miller said...

who indeed...we have about killed off the mighty farmer with our innovations...i can not help but think one day we will regret this...really nice write...

Helen said...

I saw what you saw ... nicely done!

Tumblewords: said...

Powerful. Thoughtful. Nice work.

Jo Bryant said...

I felt the abandonment and the dismal outlook you portrayed. Well written.

Lucy Westenra said...

Reminds one of Steinbeck's "Grapes of Wrath" Good Magpie.

HyperCRYPTICal said...

Thoughtful write - echoed the world over.

Anna :o]

ShonEjai said...

a very moving piece. there is sadness oozing from your words yet 'will the rains soon come' suggests a glimmer of hope. very well written. I am starting a photography and poetry challenge called 'a picture speaks'. i would like to invite you to participate. i do hope you will enter. again great work!

charleslmashburn said...

I don't know where you're referring to, but here in Texas it's almost--maybe is--too late for the rain to come. Fires everywhere, crops and livestock sold off or ruined. What a mess. Well said in your poem. Nicely done.
Myentry on the prompt: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/09/09/he-was-a-ford-man-2/