Our farm, like pa, was young and strong;
and bales were bucked by quaker's back.
He worked into the shadows long
that merged inside the dusky black
and golden grains lay sack by sack.
Old Nancy pulled the plough by day;
at night she ate, and then we'd play.
Her treat a bruised or wind-fell pear
that mom refused to throw away:
back then, when things were fine and fair.
1st edit, thanks to everyone who left feedback
i tried my hand at a dizain, i'm sure the last line is forced but i found myself stuck in a corner, not sure how to do the last line any other way.
and bales were bucked by quaker's back.
He worked into the shadows long
that merged inside the dusky black
and golden grains lay sack by sack.
Old Nancy pulled the plough by day;
at night she ate, and then we'd play.
Her treat a bruised or wind-fell pear
that mom refused to throw away:
back then, when things were fine and fair.
1st edit, thanks to everyone who left feedback
Quote:Old Midwest
Our farm like pa, was young and strong
the bales were bucked by quaking back.
He worked until his shadow long
had merged inside the dusky black
and golden grains lay sack by sack.
Old willy pulled the plough by day
at night he ate, and then we'd play.
His treat an apple, or a pear
that mom refused to throw away,
back then, when things were fine and fair.
i tried my hand at a dizain, i'm sure the last line is forced but i found myself stuck in a corner, not sure how to do the last line any other way.