Wednesday, 25 November 2015

Working hard

Oh what strange creatures we are
Living our lives without a care
Playing, laughing here and there
Learning, toiling
Eyeing, flirting
Losing, hurting
Until that day
We find the one
That now makes our world complete

Then we two unite as one
Working hard out in the sun
Resting when the day is done
Digging, sowing
Blooming, growing
Loving, making
Birthing, rearing
For we're the ones
Surviving now in our embrace

Image of "L'Angelus" by Jean-Francois Millet found at


  1. Such a picturesque view of survival :)
    Beautifully penned.

  2. Interesting response to the prompt. I never thought of the married ones as they that survived into a mature love.

  3. We glean an existence (pun intend although i know it's a different painting) in whatever way we can but the toil, burden and hardship no matter our circumstance must surely be better shared...

  4. So beautiful and such a refreshing slant on survival. Well done.

  5. I love the picture to accompany the poem. Well done! Have a really special Thanksgiving Day.

  6. How beautiful and soothing this poem is!

  7. What a beautiful way to survive.

  8. That is a wonderful way to survive. Not everyone is so fortunate. I am happy that you were , my friend.

  9. We all survive different things in different ways. I like this take on the prompt very much. Together in harmony is always so wonderful and enriching.

  10. I like where you went with the prompt.. A different take on survival.

  11. Yes they did work all the time and still found love! Lovely!

  12. This painting was on the wall in one of our classrooms I went to a French convent. We used to say the Angelus everyday.

  13. lovely write on survival, luv the positive stance you brought to us, how refreshing

    thanks for dropping in to read mine

    much love...

  14. Toiling with another does make the day and the work less of a burden. Fantastic Robin