Village farmers are often
Wiser than urbanites.
What lies beneath their wisdom,
A few comments invites.
City dwellers often think
He is hocus pocus.
They think civilisation’s
He somehow missed the bus.
But the rustic farmer is
More close to the nature.
He seems to have a sixth sense,
Adding to his stature.
He can tell when it will rain
And when it will be fog.
With a distant look he can
Tell a toad from a frog.
He can surely tell which crop
Will grow in a season.
He may seem obstinate but,
Often, he has reason.
He has gained experience
At the nature’s own school,
Without which a learned man
Is rather like a fool.
* Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format.
* Awarded first prize in the “Movie Mania Madness!” contest, "Invalid Item" , hosted by Paige has found her muse!”, June-July 2009 round.
• The prompt for this poem was to use the following five movie titles:
*Hocus Pocus
*The Sixth Sense
*The Village
*What Lies Beneath
*The Fog
These have been used in the following stanzas respectively—2, 3, 1, 1, 4.
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