The land is quilted with care
by leathered hands guiding the blades of the big red tractor.
An old wood fence ties this patch to the next.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
The land is quilted with care
by leathered hands guiding the blades of the big red tractor.
An old wood fence ties this patch to the next.
Hi. I love the line about the wooden fence. After reading your poem, the lines in the photo remind me of striped fabric. Jane
where is the LIKE button????
Yeah, I’ve been looking for a “like” button too — there’s only so many times a person can scream “Beautiful!” to all these lovely pictures without it starting to sound repetitive, lol! All of your pictures are, indeed, lovely!