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Iowas Child

Gone are the fields of winter white
soon to be replaced by hues of greens and yellows,
in the interim, fields of barren brown and dirty gold
turned, to breathe warm air from departed winter chill

Plumes of black and gray from mans machine
kneading the back of Mother Earths desire,
before impregnating her with the many seeds 
that will produce offspring to quench mans many needs

oh, how lonesome she looks, so alone
holding yet to some remnants of children past,
left only to cradle her dead, left by man
yearning to suckle new life, as only a Mother can

Above, from the heavens, Father prepares
to germinate those so many seeds,
with life sustaining necessities only he is allowed
sunlight and life giving rain, loosened from the clouds

within days Mother is impregnated
she can feel the multitudes of organic life,
moving within her womb, yearning,growing, needing
the escape, to be warmed and nourished by the Sun

Minutes turn to hours, hours to days
suddenly weeks pass,and yet another life,
giving rain, descends from guilded clouds
arms and fingers, of her children, open, sustained

nearing the end of a warm and wonderful summer
it is time for Fathers other children,
to reap what he has sewn
time for Mother Earth to let her children go

My, how they have grown, tall,lush and full
of the fruit they were meant to bear,
to provide nourishment for the masses of seeds
grown to maturity, in need from the father

Again, the gray black plumes of mans machine
come to life, they move through her fields,
her children, like a predator among prey
until, she is left again, with remnants of children past

Soon she will be blanketed again in winter white
gone will be the warm breath of life,
her children taken from her, she is again barren
only to be betrothed to a promise of new life.


I wrote this on a day trip to Illinois from Iowa across wide open farm land.

                      God Bless....Taz

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 4/24/2010 4:59:00 PM
Hey Taz. You certainly got all you could get out of that day trip! lived that day to the fullest. Personification of Earth on her full cycle of the seasons. Hope all is well. -Bob
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Date: 4/22/2010 1:50:00 PM
I stopped to read this simply for the fact I was raised in Iowa!! I thought it would be about an Iowan child, but this is cool how you made it about earth and nature. ARe your from Iowa then? YOu really did a good job with this poem. LUv, andrea ps I sure do miss those cornfields and the fireflys!!
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Date: 4/22/2010 9:02:00 AM
How many themes can one poet put into one narrative and do so well. This is a most compelling and imaginative work. I have seen those same fields but I've never really seen them until now! All the best Taz...JT
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Date: 4/22/2010 8:29:00 AM
Magnificent Taz.. an awesome account of the beauty when traveling .. I know cause I have traveled many miles myself and such beauty to see in God's World.. awesome.. nice to know I still have my luving touch in my poetry by your comment... thankxxx and u and Mary have a wonderful luv filled day with blessings abounding..luv.. "Sweetheart"
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Date: 4/22/2010 8:13:00 AM
It was a wonderful day trip too....the scenery was awesome and you my dear have described it so well here! The beauty of nature! Love ya~Mary~
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Date: 4/20/2010 3:38:00 AM
A beauty of a write, have yourself a good one, p.d.
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Date: 4/17/2010 5:17:00 PM
well written poem, enjoyed!!
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Date: 4/17/2010 3:35:00 PM
very nice write and thank you for your kind comments faleshia
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Date: 4/17/2010 9:27:00 AM
So beautiful,the cycle of nature,of seasons and of life. .a beauty Our mother Earth,if only ,We let it be,tnx for the blessings Mr Pickett senior,one for my fav..Charma
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Date: 4/17/2010 9:27:00 AM
"Iowa's Child" lives in a beautiful world, Richard. You describe the scenery you saw along your trip so well, and also the thoughts you had about the people and places you saw along the way. Very thoughtful, terrific poem! Love, Carolyn
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