In the West

Quadrille poem

He sat on his porch,
From dawn till dusk,
Chewed sunflower seeds,
Spat out the husk,

With that same ol’ sun,
Nurturing yields,
On the horizon,
Tending the fields,

The crop harvested,
An empty chair,
Sun sets in the West,
Seeds in the air.

My response to the prompt from dVerse.

Quadrille Monday; create a 44 word poem, using the word “seed”.

Original poem by © Darius the Mate

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