Sketch of paddy field By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
Field where sweat mingled
With the drops of rain,
Where labored, shirt-less
Red collarjob holders.
Iron hoeagain twinkled,
Sprouted tiny lives, (very fain)
Out of ground, reckless,
Raised their shoulders.
Now!
What hilarious do they find?
Waving winsomely.
The paddy field to describe is
Like a boy with short hair cut.
See...
Sunshares it's color,
Zephyr meanders; angle-less,
But animationcompletes when they
Perform rumba from bottom to tip.
And...
Because of their vigor,
And enthusiasm and their rash,
Obliged am I when they beckon
To scribble on a leaf with a nib.
Soon shall they change color,
Like a chameleon, from green to dry,
But never can they camouflage
For poets do hunt ineffable beauty.
You know why.
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