Immersed in barley!


By Rhiannonw
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Sometimes a crop the farmer sows,
then clears a line where the footpath goes
across his field.
Sometimes he leaves the crop to grow
and thinks the walkers all will go
across and trample down that bit, and so
others the footpath’s track will know.
But if it’s little used – see barley sway …
Maybe we’ll just walk around the field today?
But it’s so very big – no way!
We’ll have to ‘pioneer’, try not to stray.
Below our feet the ground is cracked and hard,
it is not easy moving forward –
"oops!" – where has she gone – “down here”,
the barley’s tall;
and then we track and shuffle, steer
together, hands on his hips …
It is so far, does the hedge ahead look nearer yet?
patience, perseverance, and we will get
there soon …
and looking back
the barley sways, no sign to see of our intruding trek!
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Your intrepid journey through
Your intrepid journey through swishy crops! I can think of worse things in which to be immersed though. Glad you made it out the other side Rhiannon!
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our footprints in wet sand
" ... and looking back the barley sways, no sign to see of our intruding trek!
As our footprints in the cold wet beach sand, our days on this earth!
Good work Rhiannon! Good poem! Nolan &
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Hi Rhiannon,
Hi Rhiannon,
hope you were okay from the fall. I suppose you can look back and laugh about it. Looks like a great walk though.
Jenny.
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That sounds a bit of an
That sounds a bit of an ordeal! But you describe it brilliantly! Must have been scratchy and hot, as well as a bit scary, incase turning an ankle on the hard ground. Glad you made it out safely to record in this poem as your track :0)
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