Monday, November 5, 2007
Fields of Grain
A poem about the rebirth of America.
I dreamed I walked through fields of grain
That reached as far as eye could see,
And what my heart resounded to
Was a song I heard of the "land of the free."
I did not know in the midst of this
Whether what I heard was blame or praise,
And asked to learn the meaning of this
Sudden heartfelt ancient phrase.
My heart returned the precious words
That sent themselves into my brain,
That America would rise again to become
the light she had always been.