Vee Bdosa Poet Sonnet

Kansas Wheat Farmers

KANSAS WHEAT FARMERS
The sky so still, one summers afternoon,
as golden seas of wheat filled up the eye,
this was our dream, and harvest time was soon
but then the dark came to a troubled sky.

The clouds rolled in, and thunder filled the air
as winds blowed in the scent of coming rain
whipping our sea of gold from here to there
and ruthlessly tore at each golden grain.

When all at once, the wind died to a still
and sinking hearts, as stones of hail fell on
to where the dream was helpless to the kill
and beaten down--the dream we had was gone.

   Then kneeling in our faith--though now in pain,
   we pray for strength to try it all again.

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Carol Sunshine Brown September 26, 2011 at 2:19 PM Delighted to see you posted here today Veebdosa. I enjoyed reading your excellent poetry. Love, Carol

Steven Cooke September 25, 2011 at 4:41 PM the trials of the farmer, it makes you realise how fortunate we are to have people look after this land. excellent write