Farm fields are farm fields.
Cows are cows chewing dry grass
Flicking their tails
with the wind.
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.
Farm fields are farm fields.
Cows are cows chewing dry grass
Flicking their tails
with the wind.
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2 comments:
I like the image of cow tails flicking in the wind. Nice photos.
Mark did a good job with the photos. Just did the poem on a whim. Sometimes that works.
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