Kansas Wheat Farmers

KANSAS WHEAT FARMERS The sky so still, one summer's 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. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet