Baumwollfelder/ Cotton Fields/ Campos De Algodón

Wie leuchtendes Meer
Die wehenden Baumwollfelder im Wind
Weisses Gold in der Sonne

Im der Nähe wie kleine Zebras
Suchen einige Wiedehopfe Futter

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Like a brilliant sea 
Waving Cotton fields in the wind 
White gold in the sun 

In the vicinity like small zebras 
Some hoopoes looking for food

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Como un mar brillante
Ondean los campos de algodón en el viento
Oro blanco en el sol 

En los alrededores como pequeñas cebras
Algunas abubillas buscando alimento
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Tideswell Avatar
June 21, 2010 at 1:14 PM
Wow, thanks for the introduction to a very striking bird ~ Sharon :)
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June 21, 2010 at 1:11 PM
I need to google those hoopoes so I can get the full picture. Are they birds? Love your sea of cotton fields ~ Sharon :)
George   Avatar
June 21, 2010 at 8:52 AM
What beautiful images you have painted with words, dear Gert. Love, Lainie
Bloomsfield Avatar
June 21, 2010 at 7:31 AM
You amaze me with your beauties Gert-C (The flower. .ssh)cnt get you through soupmail. .
Mehta Avatar
June 21, 2010 at 5:16 AM
A wonderful Tanka with nice images
Horsman Avatar
June 21, 2010 at 2:32 AM
waves of cotton a picture in words, awesome harry
La France Avatar
June 20, 2010 at 3:56 PM
I love that line, like a brilliant sea, beautiful in any language.. love Constance
Devonshire Avatar
June 20, 2010 at 3:00 PM
There are still many cotton fields here in the south and they do look like a sea of white. But they are prickly to the touch. Not sure what hoopoes are, but perhaps they resemble zebras? Lovely imagery, Gert! The German was easier to translate than the Spanish in this one. I should be paying you for language lessons! Love, Carolyn
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June 20, 2010 at 2:38 PM
My father let me pick some cotton when I was a child so I could experience what it was like to work in the fields..It is not a fun job..I am glad that he let me experience that so I would have some understanding of what people went through at one time..Great write that brought back memories of my childhood..Keep the creative pen flowing..Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my work and giving me the information about the coffee beans..Sara
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