Whispering Voices of the Seasons
The voices of nature, are but whispers and you must listen carefully to hear the quiet rhymes they weave amid the beauty of the changing seasons.
" I AM"
Published in “A Surrender to the Moon” The International Library of Poetry
Copyright 2005 By Doreen Marilyn Koziara Pseudonym Dorae Shae |
I Am By Doreen Marilyn Koziara Pseudonym Dorae Shae I am a sheath of grain, my kernels plump and full, my golden leaves in the Autumn winds do blow. Soon harvest time will come, and the rest of my life will have begun. Some of kernels will be feed, to give the cows the food they need. Some of my kernels will be bread, to keep the men and women fed. Some of my kernels will stay behind, for better seed you will not find. In the spring I will be sown, and with the summer’s sun and rain by fall I will have grown, To be a sheath of grain! |
Artist Profile: ( 2005) Doreen Marilyn Koziara: Breton, Alberta
( Pseudonym: ( 2019) Dorae Shae: Leduc, Alberta)
My birth in a tiny homestead house on the farm where my parents still live today, was in fact, the planting of my roots. I am certain of this, for I feel most complete and at peace when I am on the farm. No matter how harsh the reality of rural life, I can always find beauty in the land and the seasons, the uniqueness of which is second only to the selfless determination and caring spirit of the farmer whose skilled hands feed the masses. I respectfully dedicate “ I Am” to farmers everywhere.
( Pseudonym: ( 2019) Dorae Shae: Leduc, Alberta)
My birth in a tiny homestead house on the farm where my parents still live today, was in fact, the planting of my roots. I am certain of this, for I feel most complete and at peace when I am on the farm. No matter how harsh the reality of rural life, I can always find beauty in the land and the seasons, the uniqueness of which is second only to the selfless determination and caring spirit of the farmer whose skilled hands feed the masses. I respectfully dedicate “ I Am” to farmers everywhere.
