Season's Crops

On top of the mountain
he gazed bellow, green leaves,
Green fields painted the scenery bellow
Up the clouds gathered,
Black and expectant,
Crops would feast..

He blew a song in whistle, how great
The sign in dew, hope is in human heart
Life is full, with a promise, so bright.

poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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