Sonnet 52: The Fruit Pickers Poem by David Wood
Sonnet 52: The Fruit Pickers
The new dawn broke into a clear blue sky
Shadows of people emerged into the light
Fruit lay in fields over which skylarks fly.
The start of the day and the end of night.
Tractors now humming away in the field
People bent double picking the new crop
The harvest bringing in a bumper yield
Picked, packed and sealed now ready for the shop.
But what of the incoming bad weather
Days of rain when there is no work to do
And the wages are light as a feather
Ah, those circumstances are nothing new.
They say to make hay while the sun does shine
And to work hard whilst the weather is fine.
Tractors humming, bumper yield, skylarks flying, and wages low. Another beautiful sonnet. I am reminded of the opening lines of the poem 'After Apple Picking' by Robert Frost to bring out how different fruit picking is now. My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still. Thank you David for a nice poem
You are a watcher poet! As a said before you see whilst the others just pass by.
nice poem filled with great imagery. make hay while the sun shines. good thought.
A smashing poem David especially as the picking season is now in full flow.
wonderful! i enjoyed it... the tractors humming way nice phrase... liked it
They say to make hay while the sun does shine/And to work hard whilst the weather is fine. grief and agony of workers
The life of tillers of the soil is always at the mercy of nature.... of rain and sunshine! But there is no point in procrastinating things. Make hay while the sun shines! An enjoyable read!
A beautiful idyllic scene painted with fine imagery. I was transported.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 4:28:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Good advice with which to end this fine sonnet - well penned David.