Chapter (10) THE PLOUGHMANA Chapter by MAD ENGLISHMAN THE
PLOUGHMAN.
Across the stubble strewn fields sweeping
sweet and fresh Natures breath, moist with dew, drops her
tears Tiny orbs of crystal reflections bejewel a
myriad silken threads. A golden earth cloaked in natures cloth of
shimmering silver.
He waits and stands alone in thoughtful
contemplation Observing hovering clouds of swirling
mists decend the valley sides. The silence loud in his ears he breaths
deep and sighs While autumns' morning gift restores
his inner peace. © 2017 MAD ENGLISHMANReviews
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StatsAuthorMAD ENGLISHMANGreat Ponton, Lincolnshire, United KingdomAboutHeading for my 72nd birthday in April. I've enjoyed an eventful life. With the help of 2 wives I've managed to raise 3 children. Proud of my kids. I embrace all cultures but ultimately I'm proud to be.. more..Writing
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