Field of Wheat
 
Sifting what is learned,
áWinnowing field of wheat,
Digesting wholesome good,
A care for what we eat.
 
áDrawn close into the edge,
I touched the kernel grain,
In my heart I made a pledge,
áThat life be whole again.
 
Seedy succour of man,
Blowing bullion of Bulgar wheat,
Golden grains of goodness fanned,
Bread of life beneath our feet.
 
 
ęPhilip Holden
2003

 

 

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