In reality, the flaxen field, is a result of farming, not mother nature. But our hand in selecting what should grow rather than the way mother nature grows things. Why van Gogh's rich paintings of golden fields are so popular.
Reading through this and aside from enjoying the flow, meter and poetic allegory hidden within it, I am instantly reminded of poor, brave Ukraine, with its history of being sought after and fought over by both the East and the West for its rich fields of wonderful, golden grain and agricultural bounty. I have no doubt that there are many others in that nation who also revel in the splendid perfection of nature that those vast grasslands of waving grain so perfectly appear to be to us. They also, I am certain, prefer 'the real' to the brutal politics of belligerent national coveting that drive so much of all human strife.
As the dawn struggles to rise above the chill, bitter fog that smothers us here at this moment, I am grateful for the surge of warmth and renewed optimism that your thoughts here have imparted in the midst of our winter of social discontent! Wonderful! Thank you.
Hearts of Gold
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Thanks for this poem.
-David Clure
In reality, the flaxen field, is a result of farming, not mother nature. But our hand in selecting what should grow rather than the way mother nature grows things. Why van Gogh's rich paintings of golden fields are so popular.
Ron
As the dawn struggles to rise above the chill, bitter fog that smothers us here at this moment, I am grateful for the surge of warmth and renewed optimism that your thoughts here have imparted in the midst of our winter of social discontent! Wonderful! Thank you.
Glorious poem full of hope.
Fee