Eve Roper Poet Haibun

The Rich Soil Which Yields My Food

The Rich Soil Which Yields My Food

Making a living from the earth is tough hard work and it is often done in extreme conditions. The shimmering rays passing through the open bedroom window awakens me with the warmth of the sun on my face. Lying a little longer enjoying the comfort of my bed, looking out the window before my day begins, enjoying the view of the blue sky while the clouds slowly move forming shapes.  The light creeps through the leaves like water in a running stream through rocks.  Listen to the gentle rustle movements of the leaves enjoying the cool morning breeze and the singing of the nesting birds in the trees in soothing harmony. My dog runs and jumps on my bed with some snuggles  and a slight whimper to get me to rise to another long, tedious, exhausting, hard working day that’s ahead of me.

work morning till night
hustle behind a tractor
numbing exhausting

A farm takes pride in and being passionate about growing crops. It takes a special person to be a farmer.

farmers taking pride 
rich crop triumph of hard work 
always gives back more




© Eve Roper  7/28/2015

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Sara Kendrick August 23, 2015 at 8:29 AM Creative way to go with this work..Some farmers are hard workers and want their farms to be well kept and well tended..Congrats on your win..Sara Eve Roper August 26, 2015 at 2:08 PM Thank you, Sara, I know nothing about farming but growing up every summer my parents would takes us to my grandfather's ranch and help out with cotton, fence poles, or cows. I hated it. The relaxing part with the tree out the window and my dog I get every morning like clockwork always the same time.

Scott Thirtyseven August 21, 2015 at 8:57 AM Thanks for entering this piece into my contest, it is a very fitting for my current residence. My wife and I have moved to a small seaside town that has three main industries- oysters, tourism, and possibly the biggest GRAIN. However what kept you from the winners circle is that I thought your haiku was a little too dependent on the prose.

Dr. Upma A. Sharma August 21, 2015 at 1:57 AM Congrats on another wonderful win Eve with this amazing haibun! Eve Roper August 26, 2015 at 2:10 PM Thank you, Dr. Upma A. Sharma , for your welcoming compliment. Hugs Eve

Skat A August 20, 2015 at 6:38 PM Eve, Congratulations on the win. SKAT Eve Roper August 26, 2015 at 2:10 PM Thank you so much , Skat. Hugs Eve

Jan Allison August 20, 2015 at 12:08 PM Vivid descriptive write Eve - My dad was born on a farm and we always had a smallholding from when I was a young child - I know he did ploughing in his youth in Lithuania but with a horse and plough:-) hugs Jan xx Eve Roper August 26, 2015 at 2:14 PM Thank you, Jan, I know nothing about farming but growing up every summer my parents would takes us to my grandfather's ranch and help out with cotton, fence poles, or cows. I hated it. The relaxing part with the tree out the window and my dog I get every morning like clockwork always the same time. Hugs dear friend Eve

Constance La France July 30, 2015 at 11:20 PM Eve, a truly beautiful write, love it 7 and thanks for visiting my poem, Its all about puppy love, I had to delete the one you commented on and re-do it as the contest said 140 CHARACTERS not words, same title, shorter poem!

Arthur Vaso July 30, 2015 at 10:02 PM Very creative what you did here, hugs!!!!

Eric Boddie July 30, 2015 at 10:04 AM this country boy knows....that the best food grows....by the hands and sweat....of hard work but yet....to do it for self....well that's the greatest wealth....because then you truly know....all the chemicals that made it grow....great work here.... Eve Roper July 30, 2015 at 10:51 AM Eric, thank you so very much for your inspiring words working the land even for your own use it's very hard work . Hugs Eve

Sara Kendrick July 29, 2015 at 2:54 PM Reads like a winner for the contest..Way to go..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara Eve Roper July 30, 2015 at 10:49 AM Sara, you're so kind thank you so very much for your encouraging inspiring words. Hugs Eve

Demetrios Trifiatis July 29, 2015 at 8:08 AM Having been born in a village and having seen my father plowing the earth using a horse, I easily agree with every phoneme of yours dear Eve. A seven for certain! Eve Roper July 29, 2015 at 8:43 AM Thank you, Demetrios, for your kind words and encouragement this is a form I'm still very confused with. Hugs Eve