Poetry

Wild and Tall

The grasses that grow wild and tall
do not blame the winds
who press upon their backs.

Nor do the pastures cry out
to fruitless skies that buried
sweet rains beyond the horizon.

Green turns yellow.
No ill words are spoken
in the troughs full of fodder.

And silent are the fields swallowed in fire.

30 thoughts on “Wild and Tall”

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  3. Melba Christie at Poemattic says:

    “Nor do the pastures cry out
    to fruitless skies who buried
    sweet rains beyond the horizon.”

    Great line. My parents are suffering because of what seems to be an endless drought. The governor has called for mandatory rationing. I pray for those sweet rains. Enjoyed reading other work. Thanks for stopping by Poemattic.

  4. indianverse says:

    A superb piece of poetry. Its simple diction carries powerful echoes of nature. The title itself conveys a sense of native, wild pride. We love it.

    P.S. – Thanks for stopping by our blog. :)

    1. John Foster says:

      Thank you for your positive comments and for stopping by as well!

  5. firefly1958 says:

    Spiritually enriching and lovely painting with muse delivery of your words. Enchanted…

    1. John Foster says:

      Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it.

  6. MyTreeTV says:

    Green turns yellow
    and yellow turns green
    yes my dear fellow
    it always has been

    this way
    and it is okay
    I’d say
    but may…

    …be it won’t last for ever
    however, you never
    know
    until it’s time to go

    1. John Foster says:

      Thanks for reading and for your feedback, I’m delighted that you enjoyed it!

  7. Baijen says:

    Hi John
    Thank you for liking my post ‘Spread the Love’.
    Your imagery is touching.
    Look forward to coming to your world of poetry!

    1. John Foster says:

      Glad to see your work show up on my feed. Thanks for stopping by to read and comment!

  8. Merryn says:

    A beautiful and way to capture acceptance and “come what may”. Thanks so much for the follow. Looking forward to reading more of your writing.

    1. John Foster says:

      Thanks for stopping by and for your comment! That phrase is very fitting to the poem.

    1. John Foster says:

      Thanks for reading and sharing!

  9. Jennifer Calvert says:

    Lovely! Looking around your site and really enjoying your writing!

    1. John Foster says:

      Thanks very much for having a look around. Glad you’ve enjoyed what you’ve read!

  10. aramsey_poet says:

    This poem really highlighted for me that nature’s destructive paths rebirth again. So why do humans die so noisily, or even in quiet passing, are remembers (even if by few) so unceasingly. Very nice this one got me thinking.

    1. John Foster says:

      Great take away and questions. Getting you thinking…now that is an accomplishment. Thanks for your feedback.

  11. Candice says:

    Gorgeous. These words resonate. They are simple in beauty and yet very encouraging at the same time. Thank you for following my blog and leading me here to yours.

    1. John Foster says:

      I’m glad to follow your blog. Thank you for the excellent feedback; your words are very encouraging.

  12. cote8050 says:

    Very nice, really enjoyed this poem… Michelle

  13. krysiakorsak says:

    Pure magic…! For everything there is a season…stunning imagery, just lovely! :)

  14. Elizabeth says:

    I love this. The imagery is captivating.

  15. ajaykohli says:

    Its nature ,every green has to turn yellow ,every existence has to exit

  16. learningtocry says:

    Very nice.

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