Field of Caramel Wheat
Summer 1932,
On a small country house in England
On a morning stroll through unharvest golden field
to explore, I can't help, but think that they're
dreams now, missing friends and friendship it yields.
It's up and down memorable times we shared.
A dream it sure is!
Here or there, I should find a space
to plant my cane,
its brunch time for tea and crumpets
when I really have a way to go.
A monument of sorts to what I have here.
All I can think now is the blazing sun over me.
It's the best place in the world
on a small patch of clearing I sit
and eat crumpets with a cup of tea
amongst the standing field of caramel wheat.
9/22/2017
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