PoetryPause Blog – Matthew Ashbrook

Archive for August, 2016


by on Aug.14, 2016, under Poetry

The rain has finally fallen
On fields long gone dry –
And farmers are beholding
When the heavens start to cry.

It’s been a long hot summer,
No rain to speak of fell,
And the crops they hope to harvest
Have suffered from the spell.

The corn and wheat fields gasping,
They’re withered on their stalks;
The field mice now easy
Quarry for the hawks.

But rain is falling gently,
Redemption for the crops;
Arrests the dying silage,
Renews the framing copse.

The waterworks of healing
For the damaged and the meek;
Heavenly the rainfall,
Like tears upon a cheek.

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