An Earth Poem
Sun, take me.
Earth, do let me rest
Or seep into your soil,
Your healing breast.
My son writes quite a bit of poetry. Above is one of his few "pithy" ones. This may be a stretch, but I am submitting it to the new monthly art challenge "In the Moment". It is a challenge open to poetry, art, and photography. If one reads a poem from the blog and is inspired to paint a picture from it, that is also encouraged. To find out more, please check it out. The challenge word for this month is "labor".
As a young girl I often felt this way baling hay under the hot summer sun. We always seemed to be in a race to beat the storm clouds that were hovering on the horizon. My sisters and I worked all day and ended our day with calloused hands and itched all over. Oh, how we wished for brothers! ;)
Sun, take me.
Earth, do let me rest
Or seep into your soil,
Your healing breast.
My son writes quite a bit of poetry. Above is one of his few "pithy" ones. This may be a stretch, but I am submitting it to the new monthly art challenge "In the Moment". It is a challenge open to poetry, art, and photography. If one reads a poem from the blog and is inspired to paint a picture from it, that is also encouraged. To find out more, please check it out. The challenge word for this month is "labor".
As a young girl I often felt this way baling hay under the hot summer sun. We always seemed to be in a race to beat the storm clouds that were hovering on the horizon. My sisters and I worked all day and ended our day with calloused hands and itched all over. Oh, how we wished for brothers! ;)
1 comment:
I could so see this as a painting with a boy resting in the wheat field. I wish I could paint people. This would be an amazing picture to try for.
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