Into the Weeds
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Young girls’ bright eyes widened
Behold our wild wheat field
Playground for imaginative innocents
Gracefully swaying amber stalks
Feathered with grain centers
Ostrich plumes reaching for azure sky
Such was the ideal venue
For hide-and-go-seek
Catch of a summer’s day
Plans dashed through my mind
When I grow up, I want to live here
Right here in this sun-kissed field
Thatched weeds can be my roof
Rain will not seep through
As I play host to God’s creatures
I’d want for naught
Grain could sustain me
While windswept shadows dispelled heat
Two decades passed swiftly
Before my eager return
To revisit youth's field of memories
Stinging sadness overcame me
As I stared at an empty mall
That had replaced our weeds
But I will always remember
Gracefully swaying, bowing stalks
With grain centers that shot up like ostrich plumes
Casting shadows on little girls’ faces
And lives
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010
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