Poems

Grains

Golden fields stretch far,
Rolling hills studded with
rocky ledge;
My fingers brush the fibrous
Beards of breezy strands
Tapping at my legs;
Behind me the reaper
Harvests ripened grains.
I move apace, steady on
For looming edge.

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