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See related image detailDo you not say, ‘There are yet four months, and then comes the harvest’? Behold, I say to you, lift up your eyes and look on the fields, that they are white for harvest” (John 4:35).

Harvest

Harvest Scaturient Hanging, fluffing, waiting Provide, provision, work, fatigue Fruitage
I know you will not be able to see the picture that I am writing about which is not to my advantage. scaturient -adjective-overflowing, abundant
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Baker Avatar
May 31, 2022 at 9:41 AM
Your imagery is great, Sara. I know the verse well and could see the harvest through your poem. Smiles ~ Blessings Bill
Kendrick Avatar
May 31, 2022 at 3:09 PM
Thank you, Bill. Yes, the verse is very familiar to us and we as Christians can see the field of white but how many will be reached. Thanks for the visit with a Christian point of view. Sara
Horsman Avatar
May 16, 2022 at 6:49 PM
Sara, i love the poem, not a fan of picture poems, would rather the words do the visual, and your poetry does just that.
Kendrick Avatar
May 17, 2022 at 4:06 AM
Thank you, Harry. Some insightful information. Sara
Situation Avatar
May 16, 2022 at 3:17 PM
Thanks for defining that word. I understood it, the poem. the harvest all but the fluffing part. haha
Kendrick Avatar
May 17, 2022 at 3:59 AM
TS, The fluffing happens when the cotton is ripe for picking. Cotton was a cash crop for the farmer so it was a very important one. Thanks for your nice review of of my work. Sara
Rose  Avatar
May 14, 2022 at 12:16 PM
No better way to spend our living days then to harvest and enjoy the bounty of our hard work, nicely penned dear Sara xo
Kendrick Avatar
May 14, 2022 at 4:10 PM
Mystic, Yes. It is good to see the results of our hard work as my husband does as he works in his garden. Also, it is awesome to know we have had some influence on a person and have helped them to become part of the harvest. Thanks for the kind review. Sara
Kannan Avatar
May 14, 2022 at 2:16 AM
Thought provoking , Sara.... So beautifully expressed... And perfect pic...
Kendrick Avatar
May 14, 2022 at 4:08 AM
Thank you, Supraja. I liked that picture of a family out working the fields trying to get the harvest in as soon as possible. Sara
Proxenos Avatar
May 13, 2022 at 9:12 AM
Humanity must learn to go back to subsistence farming and the reciprocal system, thus learning to share, each family growing, nurturing and feeding their land, however small the area is. By doing so, we will live a healthier life, living more naturally, than we ever dreamed of! I love your pic and your poem a fave. Hugs,blessings Jennifer.
Kendrick Avatar
May 13, 2022 at 2:05 PM
I am so honored that you have faved this one. We have a little garden. We had English Peas with new potatoes yesterday and turnip greens with turnip root today. We have had very little rain in about a month now and my husband is having to water everything. He gave both our daughters food from the garden. They enjoy eating fresh like we do. I don't know how much longer I can prepare the food though. Thanks for dropping by. Sara
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May 13, 2022 at 3:52 AM
Well linked poem. Blessings.
Kendrick Avatar
May 13, 2022 at 1:44 PM
Thank you, Victor. I need all the blessings I can get. Sara
Y. Avatar
May 12, 2022 at 4:57 PM
Hi Sara, You chose a good scripture to accompany your well-written poem. Well done. Best wishes in the contest. Have a nice day:-) Alexis
Kendrick Avatar
May 13, 2022 at 6:20 AM
Thanks for the visit to my page. I have not as of yet entered it in a contest. I am thinking on that right now. LOL..Thanks for the well wishes for my day. Sara
Baker Avatar
May 12, 2022 at 4:49 PM
I like your Ekphrasis poem, Sara, and the picture. Reminds me of my cotton-picking days when I was a boy working for my uncle. Hard work, but it was worth it, my aunt was a great cook. :-) Smiles ~ Blessings, Bill
Kendrick Avatar
May 13, 2022 at 6:08 AM
Bill, My father let me pick a little when I was very young so I could experience what it was like. Not a fun time for sure. I don't do bugs, heat, or anything heavy. LOL..My adoptive father had no idea that I had a hole in my heart which I was born with so he did not know I should not be doing that. I am glad it at least had some good experience in it for you i.e. the good food but you were probably very hungry and most anything would have been good. Sara
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