static noise
on the line
tells me
all is fine
jittery
on edge
coffee
smells divine
beads of color
precious gift
love shared
on a line
life purpose
full of
guided steps
taken by design
for some
its kids
for some its
glass of wine
there is no
right or wrong
a way that is
defined
oneness in
solitude
the life story
of mine
A strike of greatness
Buzzing in the ears
Who can say
They have no fears
The first one will get the worm
And the last one likely the will
Where there is persistence
Mental chatter is overkill
Study and work hard
The boss will pay you well
They have grease on their elbows
And the soul to sell
Time will come
When all is healed
Even vanity
Will disappear
In tears of joy
High with the birds
Ecstatic dance
Lost for words
Soaring
Until today I had no idea
Jobs of fruit farmers
So many tasks
Dawn till dusk
Went to pick Lychees
To help farmers friends
Harvest off old trees
The fruit on our knees
Hills covered in tangled bean
Climbing of tall trees
Then cutting the branches
Sight I have never seen
Chainsaw at hand
Buckets and big crates
Start just after sun rise
At breakfast was my end
The morning only started
My workout has been done
Cooling off in cold shower
I can’t say it was much fun
Farming since young years
The owners, our friends
Now in their later years
Still doing all by hands
Tough life of a farmer
Who always plays its luck
Will there be fruit this year
And eager buyer after quick buck
Stay agile my friends!
♡ and our appreciation for all farmers ♡
unraveling the truth
opening fresh portals
never before always
choosing to stay
in the moment
bewildered
Hana Rubinstejnova 