What it Was
It was how his hair matched
the golden grain in the fields
he tended,
tenderly
with work-roughened hands,
focused
with a singular vision,
so much the same
as he tended
me.
It was his work ethic, passed
down by generations,
that farming was
a high calling, that
the sweat
of his labors,
the daily sky scanning
would end in feeding millions,
the same as his love
fed me.
It was his steadfast faith,
solid as the earth
beneath our feet
that the farm would endure
through downpour
and drought, and so too
would we.
Today I combined prompts from napowrimo.net, write a love poem, with this featured art by Anjum Wasim Dar on The Wombwell Rainbow. Thanks to both sites for the prompts.
Charlotte Hamrick 
Beautiful. I admire anyone who has a talent in poetry. It is the highest form of writing.
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You are too kind. Thank you!
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Beautiful and moving!💜🍃
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Thank you for reading!
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Love this!
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I’m so glad! Thank you 🌷
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Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.
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Ahh, Charlotte! Much love for this love. ❤
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Thank you, my friend! 💖
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This makes me think of my grandfather. What the world needs now… (K)
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❤️😊
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Such a lovely sentiment and flow.
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I appreciate that, Bridgette!
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I LOVE this poem! So lyrical, musical in its repetitions💜
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Lynne! Thank you and I’m so happy you enjoyed it.
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I really like this one, the imagery and emotion, very nice.
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Happy you like it, thank you!
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Such a phenomenal poem!
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Thank you so much!
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