Walking in wild wheat

Cherry

By braintrain

Sat, 12 Jun 2010
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6 comments
 

under blue skies you walk barefoot
through whistling wheat
gold moments to wandering feet

carressing quench of long stemmed
pale green grasses
grown from small seeds to tall towers

imagining a warm wind creating strange shapes
out of wild wheat and fiery flowers
ahead on a high hill

blanketed in silver dew
vanishing child of morning mist
drifting away

Certificate U
Poem
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Luly Whisper on
I like it.

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on
that's beautiful

 

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
Very powerful poem. Well done on the cherry! Magic xxx

 

Submitted by braintrain on
thanks

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Hello BT, this is an excellent poem, with a generous background of natural beauty. It is not forced and perhaps represents your easy going style niche. Read Robert Frost to see how simplistic, yet powerful his work is. Cheers, Richard LP
Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Hello again, BT. Another poet you can read is Carl Sandburg, a passionate and detailed down to earth poet who writes or wrote crackling poetry. Read the biographies (Google them) of Frost and Sandburg, and they will give you inspiration. Also, get the idea out of your mind that you cannot write poetry---you can. All the best, Richard LP
Richard L. Provencher