Glimpses of My Village
“How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood”
Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842
How dearly past evokes my red-tiled home
Which sits on the hill near a mango tree
Where cows merrily graze and cattle roam!
Back in my childhood now memories plea
For wildlife, rice fields, and days full of fun
For haystacks on bull-carts rolling carefree;
For mauve-tinged horizons ruby skies spun
For grasslands, rivers and monsoon rain fall
For prairies serene, thrilled in gleaming sun;
When rosy dawns awoke to roosters’ call
And farmers tilled their land in sunrise gold
As cultural myths invoked in crows’ squall.
Oh, land of my dreams how snugly I hold!
While treasures dear to me fondly unfold.
November 24, 2020
Placed 1st: Writing challenge -Terza Rima - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Ten syllables per line (howmanysyllables.com)
Placed 2nd: Podium placing contest 4 by Brian Strand
Copyright © Vijay Pandit | Year Posted 2020
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