Rich Harvest
Wheat crop stands tall in spring's bloom,
Ripples seen with wind through the gold,
Proud farmer anticipates the best harvest,
His blood and sweat are made to nourish,
Feeding the whole world himself no meal,
Blanket of sole hope covers the lost zeal,
Such poor plight how can forever conceal ?
If a producer will ignore his appetite,
Who will write future in black and white !
Written October 18th, 2014
For contest 'Anapest trimeter' by Pendleton Arkwright'
Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2014
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