NaPoWriMo Day Twenty Two – Pastoral – Really Awful and Maybe Not

Green Wheat Field – June 1889 – Vincent van Gogh (Wiki)

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty Two has a challenge to write a ‘Pastoral’ poem.  Always one for saving labour, I thought I could just use three of mine I happen to have in stock …

Green Wheatfields (semi-serious)

Green wheatfields rippling joyously in balmy summer breeze
Vouchsafe a sight to soothe the soul, and put the heart at ease –
Except for farmers, waiting every day in morbid gloom
For Russians to invade and bring those verdant growths to doom;
They know that wheatfields, even those that are the very best,
Are subject to destruction by the Russian Aphid pest;
McCarthyism is with every farmer closely wed –
A constant fear they must beware a Red within their bed!

 Green Wheatfields – a Pastoral Poem

 See waves of wind that wash across

Those vivid fields of verdant green

In rippling sweeps and dancing swathes;

Hypnotic, like the sea; a scene

Of restfulness with action twinned,

And constant movement in the wind;

A microcosm in a glorious spread

Of surging life-forms, out of which are fed

So many; yet the movement is untrue –

For they are rooted where they’ve always been.

Green Wheatfields –
The height of Really Awful Trite

 green wheatfields in the summer sun
are lovely each and every one
and after work when day is done
you sneak in there to have some fun

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