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Her Wheatfield of Mud Part 2

a collection of poems of an image l witnessed in Kenya, after the rains. part 2 She walks as a Queen to her Palace of wood her crown is a basket but bare feet shod in mud. She care's not thought's of on-looker's gaze her proud daily ritual leaves us to amaze. l drink in the sight as it's new to my world to some it give's fright but her strength is her pearl. l can just see her face as we're rushing by her eyes on one place its her Yes, not the Why This is her wheat field but its all just of mud she care's not my thoughts sweet home made of wood.

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John Fleming

Date: 10/29/2017 5:49:00 AM

Ah Ha! All is revealed! Lovely poem, Jackie, inspired by a chance encounter...which leads, invariably of course, to the best poetry! My very warmest regards, Jackie. :) john P.s It is my great pleasure to become acquainted with you - proud to be sure! :)

Jackie Elston
Date: 10/29/2017 6:07:00 AM

hi John..thanks for kindness shown. There is more to the poem :) more to reveal :) l need to write it slowly ,as l would a painting..the image end was dramatic to me,which only lasted a few seconds as we sped past in a Tourist car, but one l'll never forget. My simple words will never do it justice,but l cant get relief until l write it down.