#OctPoWriMo 1-The Fields

Fields of yellow, gold and green
Across the prairie to be seen
Alive with bird, bee, and butterfly
Grasshoppers beneath the wailing grass lie

Choruses of voice, leg and rubbing wing
Across the prairie so proudly ring
Sun and rain and billowing cloud
Upon the field, bold winds are endowed

Waving stalks of feathery fronds
Bleached by summer sun turned blonde
This year’s growth now lies dead
The seeds of new generations are spread


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