Posted by Brad Osborne on May 15, 2022 · 12 Comments
Oh, fair stalks of ripened grain,
Flowing like the lion’s mane…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on December 29, 2021 · 19 Comments
Our minds are like the fallow field,
Overgrown when left on their own…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on June 10, 2021 · 14 Comments
Oh, fair stalks of ripened grain,
Flowing like the lion’s mane…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with amber, autumn, beauty, bounty, farmer, field, golden, grain, land, poem, Poetry, reaping, ripened, seasons, waves
Posted by Brad Osborne on December 21, 2020 · 11 Comments
Our minds are like the fallow field,
Overgrown when left on their own…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with dreams, earth, fallow, field, growth, inspiration, new, old, personal development, personal growth, poem, Poetry, stewardship, strict form poetry, tilling