Rice Field is My Playground

At the back of my grandma's house,
I see acres of green land.
They are especially green
when rains are abundant.
As far as I can see
they are surrounded by verdant trees.
I know that in the East sunrise showers
the fields everyday after it reaches the top of the hills.
In the North beyond the trees,
I know that the river runs.
From the West a church stands
and along the South the road stretches.
There are seasons when the fields
are filled with rice plants.
During the harvest we will then come back
to run around.
These rice fields fill my childhood with glee.
I feel that they are there with a purpose
and that is to make me and my siblings happy.
I wish that I can bring you there to see
the beauty of my natural playground
that God generously provide for me.

So, I helped my niece who is back at my hometown make this poem for her school assignment. I do not know exactly the technicalities of making a poem but it is quite easy when you have an actual inspiration in making such a poem. This is actually the place where I grew up and it is indeed a home in so many ways.