The Farmer’s Daughter

This is a poem/ short story.

The field of crop dance in the whirling tempest.

Meanwhile, on the hilltop sits a farm with numerous kinds of life stock.

The farmer and his daughter sit at the table in the farmhouse eating breakfast.

Just as they are finishing up there was a series of knocks on the door.

The farmers daughter unlocks the door and there stood a handsome stranger. He had sun kissed skin, his body hard and lean. Hair the color of hay and eyes the color of leaves after a morning downpour.

He was looking for work, so the farmer set him off to put feed in the livestock’s mager.

The worker and the farmers daughter couldn’t deny their attraction to each other.

They couldn’t take action because the farmers daughter was forbid to have a relationship.

One sunny afternoon they were both in the hayloft. They whispered words and stole glances at each other.

The worker had enough and took the farmers face in his hands and brought her lips to his and held her captive in his kiss. He kissed her like this was the last thing he would ever do.

They took it further and one piece of clothing came off after the other.

They both knew they ought to stop but the didn’t.

They collapsed on top of one another panting.

Weeks passed and they would meet in secret.

Then came a day where the worker asked for the farmers daughter hand. Of course she said yes.

They walked across the land to the house to ask for the farmers approval.

You could here a mouses squeaks it got so quiet after they explained everything.

After what seems like a lifetime the farmer speaks.

“I knew this day would come, after all love is invisible to the eye”

Author's Note

Wasn’t the best poem/ story, but I wanted to write something like this and I like it. This one was just for fun though nothing like my other ones that I usually write. Thanks for reading please be honest.

Reviews

[Franco]

You say that you're not as experienced as most but for a novice the story and writing structure wasn't awful. You were able to create and execute your idea in an effective manner. I mean, a couple of grammatical hiccups here and there, but nothing to severe. Please keep writing because you really are a good writer! Oh and also I am by no means an expert. The first line was also excellent " The field of crop dance in the whirling tempest," very good and clever description of the location you were trying to convey. All in all I thought it was a good story.

[Seanna]

Thank you for the honesty. I’m not the best when it comes to grammar. I tried my best to kind of not have it all over the place, so I think I did pretty good on that part. Thank you for your input.

[Franco]

My grammar is off sometimes too; just read my reviews hahaha! Still, I am still learning and refining my writing's effectiveness.