The sway, the sway
Of golden grains
A golden day
Of sighing song
The song, the song
Of swallows flight
On autumn’s song
Of swirling breeze
The breeze, the breeze
Of warm caress
A whispering tease
Of falling sun
The sun, the sun
Of glowing life
On prairie dun
Of wheat fields sway
The sway, the sway,
Of golden grains
A golden day
Of sighing song
The song, the song
Of crickets singing
On a twilight gong
Of the ending day
I thought I would try something a little different; writing within a certain amount of syllables. While I usually stick to my own made up rules, I’ll try to keep it sounding good, over the rules I set. So, this was a quick experiment, that I will have to decide it if worked, later.
