![]() ScarecrowsA Poem by Yoga Pramartha
I saw a little green,
I saw a paddy field, I saw a stony road, A little part of me thought "Hey, how did I end up here, With this bunch of scarecrows?" I saw a little hut, I saw a granary, I smelled the lovely cloves, The scent that pulled my brain out, "Hey, how did I end up here, On this bed of haystack?" But under the blue sky I felt so much at home, So don't blame me if sometimes I miss this place Cause under the blue sky I felt so much at home, So don't blame me if sometimes I miss this place © 2015 Yoga Pramartha |
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1 Review Added on October 15, 2015 Last Updated on October 15, 2015 Tags: Paddy field, ballad, folk, lumbung, greenery, the poet's sky Author![]() Yoga PramarthaTabanan, Bali, IndonesiaAboutI recall the day when I sit down alone on the bench underneath an oak tree. That was when I realized that I am an introvert, nature is the only true friend of mine. I see no sillhouette over the sun t.. more..Writing
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