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The field is wet with sunshine,
Ripe grasses green and high;
With a reaper in the meadow,
And a bird flies in the sky.

There's a nest with little babies,
With three beaks opened wide;
A reaper's in the meadow,
And a song hangs in the sky.

The meadow's ripe with summer,
And a tragedy passes by;
With a scythe in the meadow,
And a song up in the sky.

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  1. Date: 6/8/2012 3:32:00 PM
    Brilliantly done! Suggestion instead of the actual act... word repetition, flow, rhyme and content: perfection. Subtle and surprising, the essence of pure poetry. Other than that, I'm speechless. :) x

  1. Date: 8/19/2011 3:34:00 PM
    How sad is this poem!! awww those babies :( Congrats on yet another great piece. Every one of your poem that I'm reading is touching me with amazement. You are an inspirational person.

  1. Date: 8/15/2011 5:27:00 PM
    UJnfortunately tragedies happen. My father died about a year and a half ago and I wrote an elegy which I read at his funeral. The 'reaper"is for real. Fine poetry! Peace & love Mattthe wAnish

  1. Date: 8/15/2011 2:36:00 AM
    E.W., I love the way you meadow-ed this out. Your words are very pretty,,,,p.d.

  1. Date: 8/15/2011 12:36:00 AM
    WOW! is all I can say. Praise beyond words

  1. Date: 8/13/2011 1:50:00 PM
    I don't mind reminding you that I think you are a very gifted writer. I love all poetry, yet your poems attract my eyes and insides in a way that can only be explained in a poem; your words speak volumes!

  1. Date: 8/8/2011 12:52:00 PM
    Sad, but beautifully written piece, Elizabeth

  1. Date: 8/7/2011 10:57:00 PM
    Great poem babe, nature sometimes cruel. some kind too. xo, Don

  1. Date: 8/7/2011 6:07:00 PM
    You turned the tradegy of nature into a nice write.

  1. Date: 8/7/2011 6:06:00 PM
    The sweet read of your poetry is magic to my mind.

  1. Date: 8/7/2011 5:39:00 PM
    those poor babies! a tragedy indeed.

  1. Date: 8/7/2011 3:35:00 PM
    how sad, but nature marches on. another lovely write Elizabeth. this poem reminds me of the skylarks we have in england.

  1. Date: 8/7/2011 3:06:00 PM
    Quite ironic that I just talked to one of my neighbors yesterday. And he told me his cat was the tragic victim of the tractor mower in the field across from their home. The mix of bliss and tragedy fills each season. May our souls survive the ups and downs.

  1. Date: 8/7/2011 2:44:00 PM
    Oh, this is a very heartwarming description of the field, Elizabeth, but I hate to think of the birds being victims of the scythe. Mixed emotions as I read this. Quite creative! Love, Carolyn

  1. Date: 8/7/2011 2:31:00 PM
    Ah...these things happen, unfortunately. We should spare a thought for the little birds though...and their mom! A sad but creative poem. Love, Robert.

  1. Date: 8/7/2011 2:16:00 PM
    Enjoyed reading this creative..This was so emotive and expressive..I am glad that I chose this one to read today..Thanks for stopping by, reading, and commenting on my work..Sara

  1. Date: 8/7/2011 4:44:00 AM
    This is really tragedy of the birds and of little babies written sorrowfully my heart feels with that pain my sister. nice writing. bl

  1. Date: 8/7/2011 2:26:00 AM
    i don;t know what you did to me, but i had goosepimples all the way, elizabeth.. this only means your splendid write touched me.. how eloquent can the image of death be through your glowing pen.. :) huggs, nette

  1. Date: 8/7/2011 12:07:00 AM
    Terrific write lovely Lady bit sad though..sniffle...with love...old Jack

  1. Date: 8/6/2011 11:58:00 PM
    OHHHHHH! That's just awful. Those poor littlle birds! Really good imagery though. Good rhyme and rhythm. God Bless, JB