Nov 072010

Fields standing in stubble

and at the fencerow,

the tall grasses grow.

Fields chiseled

waiting for the first snow to blow,

and as I look west

I feel the moist breeze and I know

what was from my hand,

tended by my hoe

will bring me to till one time more.

 Posted by at 8:03 am

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