Comment 3 of 3, added on May 2nd, 2010 at 4:04 PM.
The traditional pangs , whining , and lament , echo in a new reflector .Old
wine in a new bottle , as fashions in life get replaced with time .We have
nothing but , standing ,walking , bending , bedding and dying .
Comment 2 of 3, added on May 2nd, 2010 at 3:06 AM.
You have made the poem win the laurel you deserve,we wait until tomorrow
to see if you are there again with some new song
Comment 1 of 3, added on December 17th, 2005 at 8:29 PM.
i liked this poem. u get powerful images of the soft, swaying barley, and
the last stanza is quite inspiring. short and quant. 4/5
Viddy from Dominican Republic