Walk the rails under a high blue sky. Find the sag in the leaning fence, and step--carefully--over rusted wire. Follow a peninsula of blond grasses through a lake of loam, and come, at last, to the timber's edge where gray branches trace the sky and rose hips curl near purple canes.
Friday, July 24, 2015
Field Explorations
When I hear the phrase "amber waves of grain," the view over a tasseling
cornfield comes to mind. Field corn is really tall. I had to stand on
the bench on the back porch to get this picture.
Wow. These are amazing!
ReplyDeleteThank you! I was glad the pictures turned out.
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