The Fortunate IsleA Poem by David Plantingasuggested by ErasmusIn mainland meadows, flowers tempt, Yet spurn those animals they tease, Except caprificating bees. Here, whatever’s edible’s unkempt.
There is an isle more fortunate Where nettles sow chrysanthemums, And farming isn’t wearisome, And where what tempts must satiate. © 2021 David Plantinga |
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Added on September 20, 2021 Last Updated on November 15, 2021 Tags: pastoral, Erasmus, Fortunate Isle AuthorDavid PlantingaPittsburgh, PAAboutFor shorter poems I'm experimenting with ballad and In Memoriam stanzas. more..Writing
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