Beneath the Sky

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I am up in Northern Maine where the snow is deeper and the air is colder and winter hangs on the longest.  But I love it up here.  There is a lot of sky. 

First looking at the image I saw an alligator that I hadn't seen before...
then a duck right there in front of him...so first this:

Driving through

Just passing by

Alligator eats

A ducky sky.

by Donna JT Smith

Took this picture from the car window last night as we drove through the countryside.

And then this:

Beneath the Sky

Fields stretch on

beneath the sky

waiting for 

another try

another spring

to come reveal

The rich brown soil

the farmers feel

between their fingers

testing it

to see if all is

firm and set

for planting on

beneath the sky

No signs of steel 

to rove new furrows

naught disturbing 

sleeping burrows

But spring will come

and with it rising

sun again

on the horizon

when rumble roar

will be the cry

as tractors groan

their summer sigh

for Sun's return

that brightens eye

and farmers' hopes

beneath the sky. 

by Donna JT Smith, 3/23/2018

I had to wait to find a space to get a shot.  Much of the drive looked like this:

Please consider writing a poem for Solar Bear...  His padlet is still up!  And there are jelly beans at stake.