The farm stood isolated, on a quiet countryside
The family that dwelt, to peace, did abide.
The head of the family, busy at the farm
Tending to the cows and stocking up the barn.
They tilled the land, and grew their wheat
Worked tirelessly, to achieve this feat.
The mother, left with her children, to care
For the task cutout, would never despair.
With infant in her arms, and the older trotting along
They sauntered around the fields, singing a song.
Writ upon their faces, is the happiness they showed
Gazing upon the crops, they painstakingly sowed.
Her child feels the grains, so supple to the touch
While her mother looks on, rejoicing as much.
It'll soon be time to harvest,
contending their hearts to the fullest.
The farmhouse, so cozy, would soon see a meal
Cooked by the wife, albeit with great zeal.
They would retreat for the night, to the warmth of a bed
To refresh themselves, to yet a busy day ahead.
©Julian Sujendran
Painting : @James Thomas Linnell
Source: FB
Shared by Myriam Ghezail Ben Brahim
