Deep Country Autumn
I rode by in country sand,
michaelmas daisies smiling left and right;
wild plums in green dress, daisies in white.
The fruit now departed at children’s hands
by bike, or on foot they hike
with baskets ready for jam and jelly;
dirty hands and knees and round pink belly.
Brian Whatcott is a writer from Oklahoma. He and his wife, Norma, have three children. He enjoys flying, sailing and water-skiing.
Thank you, Robert Dufresne, for the following--
ReplyDeleteA very nice descript of the beauty and abundance of Autumn Brian at the hands of pickers of fruit and beauty delights. thanks for sharing.
Bob D
I love autumn Brian, & enjoyed reading your poem. I could visualize children of all ages filling their baskets with fruit. ~Chris
DeleteA pleasant sketch. You don't realize maybe how American it sounds which makes me smile and feel I have traveled from home, England. Enjoyed! Ralph.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the read very much. It reminds me of children riding their bikes past our apple trees when they are loaded down with delicious apples and they just have to grab one riding by. It would make me smile, wondering what they were thinking as they "stole" a sweet treat and wondered if like stolen kisses the treat was as sweet as they had imagined it would be. Thanks for a wonderful visual and sharing your talent..
ReplyDeleteCharlene
Wow. I really enjoyed "Deep Country Autumn," Brian. Reminds me of the homemade jams my grandmother used to make and preserve for the family. Very nice poem. Thank you for sharing it and continued blessings!
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Delightful work, Brian..Sara
ReplyDeleteI realy enjoyed this gem Brian. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteYancy
Brian,
ReplyDeleteWill have to look up Michaelmas daisies to see what they are..Enjoyed reading this one..I can see the scene..
Sara