Amber Waves



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Oh, fair stalks of ripened grain

Flowing like the lion’s mane

Stirring like a golden sea

As west winds blow the plain

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There in yellowed tapestry

I feel the joy of being free

The rooted, fully fruited

As far as the eye can see

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But soon will come the hand

To reap you from your land

And the beauty will be lost

‘Come barren where I stand

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Oh, fair stalks of ripened grain

In winter, you cannot here remain

But seasons pass, as they should

In autumn, we will meet again

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Comments
14 Responses to “Amber Waves”
  1. beth says:

    smart to remember they will return, just a temporary loss of beauty

  2. Jim Borden says:

    The circle of life exists, even for wheat…

  3. Beautiful Brad 🌸🌹

  4. kristianw84 says:

    So beautiful!! 😍😍

  5. yassy says:

    I don’t know how you do it , but this is soooo fabulous. It’s like those classic poets of yesteryears but even better. This poem flows like honey , sweet in its depth and meaning. Hats off to you , Brad.

  6. petespringerauthor says:

    Everyone goes through cycles—sometimes good and other times not. The good news is we get another chance to shine.

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