My Little Poems - Ponies with Metal

by Lectuiae

Where I Plant My Heartseeds

Where I Plant My Heartseeds

Rooster's welcome, untuned sunrise song…
Wakeup call for the farmin' toil…

Morning breeze greets the early wakin' folk,
Eat a strong breakfast; we're out all day long.

Smell the air fresh with leaves and apple scent,
Walk on path carved on the verdant fields.

Apple orchards waiting for their chores
Red fruits' sea, harvesting ripe.

This is where my heart and soul belong,
This is the place that I can call my home:

'Twas this land my gramps ploughed through, where my ma and pa lived too.
Where my line planted their apple seeds, where I now grow their trees.
In this soil I have my roots; here I can rest up my hooves.
Here I tend my seedlings' fruit… here my heartseeds grow and bloom.

Old friends, from tiny saplings fully grown,
Since pas to sons, mums to daughters,
Carried fruit for generations…

This is where we once laughed as children,
Here I'll let my sons and daughters run:

'Twas this land my gramps ploughed through, where my ma and pa lived too.
Where my line planted their mother seeds, where I now care their children.
In this soil I have my roots; here I can rest up my hooves.
Here my offspring grows and blooms… here I've planted my heartseeds.

Within the breathing earth they be restin';
Under the home they built, here I too rest one day…