Reaping shadows, farms beside.
The children sitting for a horse's ride.
The water wheel turning round and round,
the roar of the fire is found.
The folks sung by the sinking sun.
The clicking tongue of the old and young.
All around are the grass and hay
For it may be the summer in may!
The spark found in a child and man
The shrieking delight as the children ran
The dust and dew stick to the bare naked foot
It's considered too luxurious to have a boot!
This goes back hundreds of years ago
When mother earth still had her beauty
It's the man who lost his innocence
As the nature never fails to do it's duty!
~ Priya 💖
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PoesiaBest Rating: #39 in poetry Experience a thrill never seen before, felt before. Enter into the worlds created by me over the centuries... A few fandoms inserted here and there won't mind gee. A collection of poems by mee. (no it wasn't meant to rhyme...
