Spring Morning for M lady Kathleen Marie

poem

 

 

 

Spring morning

 

The snows of winter disappear.

Now natures show that spring is near.

The trees unfurl their new green leaves,

small birds investigate the eaves.

In search of somewhere they can nest

Perhaps last years would still be best

The barnyard cockerel takes wing

 informs his harem it is spring

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The oxen are yoked to the plough

 The farmer knowsthe time is now

To plough the fields and sow the seed

 He has his family to feed.

The nights grow shorter and the days

grow warmer with spring suns rays.

 Beneath the soil from buried roots

new life puts forth its fresh green shoots.

 

Old mother prepares rice and tea

 her husband totters out to see

 if he agrees its time to plough.

His son will greet him with a bow

 and listen to his sires advice.

Although he’s planting wheat not rice.

A show of filial respect

he knows his father will expect.

 

The old man duly satisfied

will slowly make his way inside.

To drink tea by the fireside.

Old mother keeps his cup supplied

She waits until his eyelids close

 he’s slipped into his morning doze

Then only then she breaks her fast,

 Old Mother can relax at last.

6-Mar-08

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

A lovely poem .. and it shows how much mothers old or young have to do .. this is heartwarming ... it has such a nice feeling as you read it ...Spring again!

Chloe
xoxo

[Tina-Sue]

How delightful!
It brought to mind for me, how much I long for Spring during the long winter, yet how easy in many ways the time is that we live in~I don't need to do anything (like plough the fields) once it is here.
Thank you very much for sharing.