Maureen

I see upon that distant plain wheatgreen: Nebraskans hard at work, white minarets, Maureen

Maureen

I see
upon that distant plain wheat-green:
Nebraskans hard at work,
white minarets,
Maureen.

False Spring
begins in March:
frogs croak to cardinal calls,
the fields plowed and tilled for corn
and beans.

Red wings
now soar above the rain soaked gleam
on growing sorghum stalks,
on past May kings,
bee queens.

In tune
with harvest cheer
from ivory minarets
that sail these distant plains I hear:
Maureen.

© Kåre Enga 2008 [165.14a] 2008-04-04

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Original in "Maureen (the poem)" 
Mirrored American cinquains after Adelaide Crapsey (not the elementary school form).
Note: silos like minarets...