Scent of new-mown hay, Golden fields of wheat and oats, Sudden downpour of mud and water As cloudbursts hit the mountainside; The pink of wild roses, white of mariposa, Weary teams down to the creek for water, Canopy of stars that can almost be touched, Sickle moon with a bright star cuddled close. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IRISH RAPPAREES; A PEASANT BALLAD OF 1691 by CHARLES GAVAN DUFFY ADONAIS; AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF JOHN KEATS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY LONG DELAYED by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM ANNA BULLEN, ACT 1: SHORT CURSE by JOHN BANKS (17TH CENTURY-) |