Farmer's Lady
Sunshine’s leisure graces her poise
flapping upward ‘pon nature’s call,
polka-dotted, the field enjoys
buzzes of hum with each landfall;
as cluster of leaves waves its shawl.
The tender ribs of light enshrine
her painted bodice that saves crops,
one wiggle snares pests in whooping line
while harvest thrills bug’s toil, non-stop
farmer's lady, tough yet divine.
Off she skates toward heavenly
a good luck charm that boldly flows,
on moonlit gloss like spring fairy
with dulcet wings, her flight bestows
unmindful of the heap she sows!
Whimsy in English Quintain Contest
Sponsored by Francine Roberts
( Ladybug)
1 May 2013
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