From the tender green
to the golden stack,
memories of the dreamy calls of
our sprinkler-lady, pivoted,
arms stretched across the pasture,
diligent irrigation, all through
the days of miserable heat,
spirit of a tough matriarch,
redolent alfalfa and grass, quiet
submission to be harvested,
stars count as our stacks grow.
Summed up in one mound, we
dream of our rebirth in the circle
of time, purposeful, reciprocal,
the late-greens for winter
wanderers. Natural order abided.
By Byung A. Fallgren
Byung A. Fallgren 
Lovely imagery
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wistful, redolent of a past I never knew but feel with spirit, gentle
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Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you
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Love the imagery. All pics come up live in front of the eyes. Loved the way you have expressed our rebirth in time as purposeful & reciprocal. Indeed the natural order abides.
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Thank you so much.
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