by Veneta Donaldson
There's beauty found in unpretentious things –
The turn of shining plow upon the earth;
The sweet, unchanging tune the cricket sings;
And dusky spirals borne from rural hearth;
The dreamy hum of kettles on the fire;
Bright crown of jonquils framed in light of gold;
A simple melody from feathered choir;
A tender smile upon a face grown old.
The next poem in this series can be found here: Surely They Remember.
This is part of a series of poems by Veneta Donaldson. A brief bio and the beginning of the series can be found here: Veneta Donaldson: A Poet in the Family.
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