Farmer village
Persimmon trees, and onions grow
Outside the red-tiled roofs.
Words are strong barriers
But welcome and cheer overcome.
Spice scented hearts
Around our necks;
We await breakfast
And a country day.
Farmer village
wheelsal commented on Farmer village
06-29-2009
GentleT commented on Farmer village
06-14-2009
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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