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Sequence-Rural Reminesences

Stooked up sheaves,midst growing clover In wind and rain,toppling over A polished blade ,glides to and fro Timber echos in the glade below The hands tick around,one by one Tedium ends,with the setting sun

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Jared Pickett

Date: 10/8/2009 11:23:00 AM

Man you use some good words in your writes that bring it to its full potential.....AWESOME......:JP]

Robin L. Gass

Date: 10/7/2009 4:41:00 PM

Wonderful imagery in this, Brian. God bless the famers in their daily toil. Love, Robin

Carrie Richards

Date: 10/7/2009 8:02:00 AM

This brings thoughts of some of the rural landscape that surrounds our farming community. I love this one! ~ Carrie

Sara Kendrick

Date: 10/7/2009 4:05:00 AM

That is life on the farm for those who want ot be somewhere else and sometimes for those who love it. Keep writing. Sara

Deirdre Omaidin

Date: 10/7/2009 3:48:00 AM

I absolutely love the way you capture this scene of harvesting so beautifully. It's perfect. I grew up on a farm and and this piece brings me right back into the fields. In fact I am writing a short story at the minute about life as I grew up and I have brought the old threshing of the harvest into it.

Elaine George

Date: 10/7/2009 1:38:00 AM

Hi Brian,Tthere is a river behind my house and a farm field beyond. From my windows I watch the farmers toil all day bringing in the sheaves. It is a comforting sight. You have captured it beautifully in this crystalline. Thank you for sharing. lainie