The wind whistled
Calling on the rain
To share its game
While the farmer shook his head
His sad face flushed
It was hard enough
Without their threats
And nexus of playfulness
He still pressed on.
One field left to plough
Then to rest up
For he had no cause to swear
Sun sank westward
Day’s list now complete
Wends his way back
To kiss his wife tenderly
Illustration of Evelyn Harke painting found at www.pinterest.com
Such a breadth of work today. And yet there is a connection through all your poems..a thread of love..working for what matters..who matters...making it all worthwhile - and the painting was close to home - literally!
ReplyDeleteGlad he had a bit of spare energy for his wife. :)
ReplyDeletegreat poem to pair with the painting.
ReplyDeleteI enjoy writing poems to accompany art.
Randy
You've captured the essence of the picture perfectly. And I'm sure having his wife waiting to be kissed when he got home is the one thing that made it all worthwhile.
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