Chapter (10) THE PLOUGHMAN

Chapter (10) THE PLOUGHMAN

A 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 ENGLISHMAN


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The Ploughman..how very close to nature he is turning the soil ready for new beginnings.
A lovely scene, what a beautiful autumnal painting it would make, but then you have painted it so well in words :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


MAD ENGLISHMAN

7 Years Ago

My goodness, thank you so much. I'm so pleased you liked it.
Stella Armour

7 Years Ago

Of course i did..it is a lovely picture in words
MAD ENGLISHMAN,
"The Ploughman"
This really gives the sweet lingering impression of Autumn's beauty. The mists of Autumn are as much a part as the warm leaves which fall.
"Accross stubble strewn fields.."beginning of first half, gives the backdrop of the ploughman for he has harvested.
"Swirling mists descend the valley sides..silence loud in his ears he breathes deep and sighs. While Autumn's morning gift renews his inner peace.
What a precious image of ones who grow our food. They know the rise and fall of the natural world and read its signs. Found this poem very rewarding!
Blessings,
Kathy


Posted 7 Years Ago


MAD ENGLISHMAN

7 Years Ago

Thank you Kathy for these kind words. I'm not a prolific poetry writer but sometimes the muses come,.. read more
Kathy Van Kurin

7 Years Ago

It's wonderful to be truly inspired at times and to just know it! This poem does have the true feeli.. read more
Sad reflections on the plight of the land and sweet contemplation from the plowman. You spoke volumes in few lines. An excellent one, sir...:).................

Posted 7 Years Ago


MAD ENGLISHMAN

7 Years Ago

It was a morning I'll never forget. I was 22 or 23 years old. When I see a field shimmering today I .. read more
Sami Khalil

7 Years Ago

Wow. You are welcome, sir....:::)))))
The poem is beautiful and so is the picture. So peaeful.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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MAD ENGLISHMAN
MAD ENGLISHMAN

Great Ponton, Lincolnshire, United Kingdom



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