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Click hereApproaching my autumn,
Reflections on my spring and summer
Wash over me,
leaving me in the golden glow
of a Harvest Moon.
Reap as ye sow, the elders tell
And as I look, I see
The tall, strong, full grown stalks of my sowing,
My children, my sons,
My corn, my harvest.
Briefly yet vividly describes the pride which accompanies accomplished nurturing.
I love the concrete, tactile simplicity of the final stanza. Ripe, strong, and a pleasure to read. Very nice work, Mat.
Lovely images Mat, succinct, concise and precise. The love shows through. :)
...are so damn hard! I always struggle with them myself. That lil bit o' selfishness aside, I really like your effort Mat!
very nice poem / very bad title / if it were not a part of the challenge, i would have passed it over because of the title alone / after reading, that would have been an obvious error /
nice job! Thanks for playing :)
I enjoyed the use of metaphor to convey your message and the sparse language. I would love to chat with you so I can ask some questions about this-- let me know if you would like to do that--
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"The tall, strong, full grown stalks of my sowing,
My children, my sons,
My corn, my harvest."
This alone speaks volumes!!
Brilliant job Mat!! Loved it (and not said just as a friend)
;-)
This poem speaks of pride and contentment...in yourself and in your sons. What greater harvest is there than this? Great way of telling your story.