This reminds me of summers in Wisconsin on my farm my dad grew up on! :) Brings me to a calm, happy, place.. only in there would have been one last line in there that said something about mosquitos.. which came out in droves once the sun started slipping away!
Yes Suz, I see what you were doing. I see the comparison against the landscape of ever changing life. Maybe adding the last line softens the "too" a bit making the relationship of windmills and suns seem clearer. It's really quiet nice...
I always love your sweet and tiny stories. That's a gorgeous package you have there, my friend. I've been a blogging slacker lately because I am on a long trip of my own. We're in Arizona now and I have a bit of time on the computer - finally! I was having withdrawls from being away from my blogger buddies so long, I tell you. I hope your summer gets better and better as it wears on. Love to you and yours.
sigh...written with a soft pen...
ReplyDeleteA wonderful image created by the beauty of your words.
ReplyDeleteaaahhhh...i could feel it.
ReplyDeleteOh, that was deft how you did that!
ReplyDeleteI love the photo.
ReplyDeleteThe poem is a word picture of summer.
The gentle order of place...
(I would leave the "too" (also) off of the end. Distracts the tranquility. But it is your poem after all.)
this line - pumping water
ReplyDeletefor livestock and home, means life to me...
nice one!
JJRod'z
Farmlady...I thought about that but I wanted to express that the windmill like the sun was disappearing..only.. from the landscape of farm life
ReplyDeleteFireblossom...deft..wow...no one has ever accused me of that..heehee
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Karen...yeah,ahh
ReplyDeleteJohn, thank you...do they have windmills in Scotland?
ReplyDeleteOH Jj....you are a dear heart and soul
ReplyDeleteYour words are magic!
ReplyDeletelovely
thanks Breezy...
ReplyDeleteI've missed these, thank you :)
ReplyDeleteI'd forgotten how magical those Illinois summer evenings can be... fading sunsets spinning into the darkest skies sprinkled with laughter.
ReplyDelete...a picturesque.. very refreshing and soothing.. perhaps, the softest words i’ve read today.. thank you!(:
ReplyDelete~Kelvin
A lovely, peaceful, 'day's end' poem.
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of summers in Wisconsin on my farm my dad grew up on! :) Brings me to a calm, happy, place.. only in there would have been one last line in there that said something about mosquitos.. which came out in droves once the sun started slipping away!
ReplyDeleteSuch a quiet, end-of-day poem. I really like it.
ReplyDeletethis poem flowed like a summer breeze, so soft and warm and gentle.
ReplyDeleteAh, you transported me there.
ReplyDeleteVery nicely penned, Suz.
ReplyDeleteYes Suz, I see what you were doing. I see the comparison against the landscape of ever changing life.
ReplyDeleteMaybe adding the last line softens the "too" a bit making the relationship of windmills and suns seem clearer.
It's really quiet nice...
Very nice images. Also, the word "too" adds so much to the poem. I really think it helps me feel the loss here.
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I always love your sweet and tiny stories. That's a gorgeous package you have there, my friend. I've been a blogging slacker lately because I am on a long trip of my own. We're in Arizona now and I have a bit of time on the computer - finally! I was having withdrawls from being away from my blogger buddies so long, I tell you. I hope your summer gets better and better as it wears on. Love to you and yours.
ReplyDeleteShort, sweet, so real, so true.
ReplyDelete— K
Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel
Well spoken Suz! Perfect for the prompt!! :-)
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