A Field of Wheat
The road beneath my bare and swollen feet
is winding forever; and stopping near
a barren wood I saw a field of wheat
with streams upon the northern clearing, here
I turned and together with all my heart
I say and give to hardened roads my part.
Copyright © Jake A. | Year Posted 2016
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