Snapthought: Farmlands

we love to drive by farmlands
fleeting in the distance
glowing moments yellow green
then nothing but gray highway
these yellow green moments
make us think
of fresh frothy milk
homemade apple pies
baked bread puffing up
like clouds in endless skies
the smell of the earth
after the rain
then again there’s nothing
but gray highway

10 thoughts on “Snapthought: Farmlands”

Nice, Sheila.

Sheila Hurst on March 17, 2012 at 3:16 pm said:

thank you – I just wish I could have gotten out of the speeding car

Great poem…and pictures!

Sheila Hurst on March 18, 2012 at 5:22 pm said:

thank you! 🙂

Mmmm….loved your poem, Sheila, and your photos! I’m a country girl (middle aged, perhaps), at any rate, I really enjoyed these! xx 🙂

Sheila Hurst on March 21, 2012 at 12:46 pm said:

Thanks Lauren! I loved your horse photos too. I’m originally from MI and so I have a crazy love of farmlands and the ocean – too bad they’re not usually near each other. xoxo

Gorgeous! A very sensory poem. 🙂

Sheila Hurst on March 22, 2012 at 12:32 pm said:

thank you – I think I might have been hungry at the time 🙂

Beautiful photos and I loved your words ! The landscape is similar to where I live and I love farmlands !

Sheila Hurst on March 26, 2012 at 8:06 pm said:

Thank you – me too! 🙂

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