Winter was gone
May an easy chair for us
Sunny days a prayer to us
You were bouquet and asparagus
Our love was young
So were you
Days grew long
we sweltered in the marriage suite
to love I fell and all I cared to eat
was your melons, your berries sweet
Love was tongue
and honeydew
You are gone
When last we met you were hardly there
Our sun has set stark and bare
How I wept upon your Bartlett pears
Our love was young
And now is through
Throughout November I am writing a poem every day as part of an effort to raise funds for The Center For New Americans. If you like the poems (or even if you don’t) and would like to support this fantastic organization, please follow this link. Thanks.
Farmers is used in the plural so no apostrophe required.
I think farmers are very positive people otherwise they wouldn’t
keep on planting, sowing and praying for good crops and good weather.
On the other side, they are worriers, at least our
Dad was, and as doubting as Apostle Thomas ever was.
Pauline