Daytime Ghosts

Voices in the field, They summon us from our abodes, Is it hell’s road? We take gentle and fearful steps to see what summons. The wind sighs and sings, The wheats dance to its rhythm, No one stands in the field We wonder if the wind had made the call. Suddenly like a flash of lightning, The voices emerge, We are startled but not rattled, The spirits have come to move through the field. Our fields have been troubled by a recalcitrant blight, It has been a frantic fight, The elders have summoned the spirits, They have come to battle the malevolent forces, Like knights on warrior horses. April 17, 2024.