Across America
Across America (In Tercets)
The silo stood silent and serene
its deep blue shine mirrored sun’s glow
on this bright day.
The barn spread wings to either side
yet who designed this idyllic scene
I cannot say.
The house sat high atop the rise
to cast its eyes on all who breathed
in peace below.
Its presence seemed to echo peace.
Who bequeathed this treasured dream
I think I know.
Yet ere the world beheld such ease
this earth lay wild in untamed wind
and savage stream.
Beasts who roamed this virgin land
warmed native ones’ spindled huts
within their dream.
If cows who lie in comfort now
and rest in peaceful shade to dream
chewing their cud
could comprehend the farmer’s yen
for treasured ease he leaves to them
I know they would.
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