Sea of Amber Grain
Outside the balmy gust of wind tussle
the prairie grasses and whips the horse's
mane. They journeyed, horse and rider, muscle
pulling like ships sailing on their courses.
Through the sea of golden statuesque wheat,
a fresh, clean, sunny smell, silage or new
dried fodder stored for the livestock to eat.
Pleased to remember the touch of dawns dew.
Remembering days, jingling spur tensions,
same tilled field that his great-grandfather strived.
Came time, consider greater intentions
to building a future and they survived.
Wealth dreams of sunshine, welcome is the rain
upon an endless sea of amber grain.
3/7/2018
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2018
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