I live in a world of swaths In the fields they are everywhere Some are curved and some are straight And some can be quite square You will find them on the slopes They can also be very flat The farmers are addicted to them Newly discovered format When they plant their seeds They begin to grow in lines Swaths appearing everywhere For the birds they are secret signs
Upstate New York — the part of New York that is NOT the city — is like that. it’s actually quite beautiful too. I took a lot of photographs of the fields on the rolling hills, each a different color. Swaths indeed.
It is certainly a beautiful time of the year when the farmer does the harvest. Then the fields will stay bare, probably be covered by some snow, until Spring when the next crops begin to grow.
I am Ahmed Abdi, a Wordpress blogger and storyteller who searches for stories that inspire people. I love writing because it’s a reflection of how I perceive the world around me. Lost in a world of endless chaos in my childhood, Unforgettable moments of tragedy and triumphs taught me the art of storytelling where I found myself through letter writing and then turned into stories but then sadly had lost everything I wrote for years. In 2018, I decided to create a Wordpress blog site that would allow me to store and retrieve every piece. Stories from my community, city and people are what make my writing so interesting and inspiring! I’m a tea lover so a cup of tea sometimes makes my blog.
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Upstate New York — the part of New York that is NOT the city — is like that. it’s actually quite beautiful too. I took a lot of photographs of the fields on the rolling hills, each a different color. Swaths indeed.
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It is certainly a beautiful time of the year when the farmer does the harvest. Then the fields will stay bare, probably be covered by some snow, until Spring when the next crops begin to grow.
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