The Lonely Barley Poem by Taher Shemaly

Whether in my might,
or in the mind of soul.
About the harsh and soft,
goes so thoughts in a whole.
Whether as far as my hopes,
upon the glens of life they fare.
Or may near they be,
around the lone should they ware

Here so be it,
O barley standing alone.
Listen to the harsh winds,
winter is soon and you'll be gone
Sat the rocks a soft,
as your will will be.
But now O my lonely one,
to sleep go, and so be free.

And when days ask,
about the kind and soft.
To the rocks shall I point,
to where the tenderness was oft.
'There was here once,
a sweet one of the barley.'
Would I answer a traveller,
about my sweet, Lonely Barley.

Here so be it,
O barley standing alone.
Listen to the harsh winds,
winter is soon and you'll be gone
Sat the rocks a soft,
as your will will be.
But now O my lonely one,
to sleep go, and so be free.