Monday, October 1, 2012

Grain Field in Marana, Arizona

I recall this season in the midwest: when grain stalks were tassling, the days were shortening and a full moon shone so my Grandfather could linger longer in the fields. Here is a sorghum field and cow pasture in Marana.

Late Summer Poem
Farm fields are farm fields. 
Cows are cows chewing dry grass
Flicking their tails
with the wind.

2 comments:

Susan Enholm-considerwriting.com said...

I like the image of cow tails flicking in the wind. Nice photos.

Anita Fonte said...

Mark did a good job with the photos. Just did the poem on a whim. Sometimes that works.