frogs have gone silent in the field
flight weary birds to rest have yield
the lapping of waves on the shore
is music to most weary souls
to you up there we farmers pray
watch o’er us as we end this day
you alone know which way to go
make us greet tomorrow hello
lift us high to dreamland beyond
show us a glimpse of promise land
raise us up on your loving arms
we offer you fruits of our farms
bangkok
10 September 2011
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lovely prayers,
invite you to share your work with us,
first time poets can link in random poems…
