The Meeting of Man and Earth

Another poem I wrote long ago, about the farm where I grew up.

Wander among
The rows of gold
Feel the soil beneath your feet.
Soak in the sparkle of the sun,
Taste the grains
That ride the wind.
See the stalks bow
In succession.
Hear the seeds
Fall to the ground.

This is where man and earth do meet,
To sanctify their coexistence,
And go forth where they are bound.