In April
This I saw on an April day:
Warm rain spilt from a sun-lined cloud,
A sky-flung wave of gold at evening,
And a cock pheasant treading a dusty path
Shy and proud.
And this I found in an April field:
A new white calf in the sun at noon,
A flash of blue in a cool moss bank,
And tips of tulips promising flowers
To a blue-winged loon.
And this I tried to understand
As I scrubbed the rust from my brightening plow:
The movement of seed in furrowed earth,
And a blackbird whistling sweet and clear
From a green-sprayed bough.
— James Hearst (1900 - 1983), American Farmer, Poet, Humanist.
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02:08:18 on April 28th, 2007 1
One of these days, I’ll pick this Poetry Friday back up…..
You do Much Honor to Poetry friday.
02:11:11 on April 28th, 2007 2
Hey…. I hope your taking potassium(or a banana a day..Or more)… Us old guys have to watch or nutrients, or we have lots of problems… but Yoga is good too.