the barrel wheat rotsA Poem by Liam Leonard-Solisthe barrel wheat rots in silence as the cool shadow of fall descends upon the valley. pumpkins appear as lit candles in the midnight moonlight of twisted silhouetted trees, barren and cold, and a biting wind that haunts the dirt road that runs over the great hill--- leading weary travelers from the bustling city of civilization, where the corner stores of America have gotten into the halloween spirit and even the bum is sporting a pirate’s eyepatch as he holds his jack-o-lantern kept aflame and warmed by his persistent optimism as he keeps on reaching --- out to the farm where the farmer eats his meals in the soft, melting candlelight glow that eases his tired soul and he gets up from the table and proceeds to go outside to the barn to take care of the barrels of wheat that rot in silence as the cool shadow of fall descends upon the valley…. © 2014 Liam Leonard-Solis |
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