Cornfields
i sat
on a porch
in central Illinois
my eyes in wonder
at the expansive
view
a sea of cornfields
alive in the wind
blossoming
prospect
of abundant yield
the acres rolled
grand and
spacious
beyond were horses
on grazing hills
the moment
endless
eternity displayed
each seed, each stalk
talked on the
wind
nuzzling affection
bowing to neighbors
tickling leaves
of potential
in glorious majesty
the fields stood proud
no
thought of the
harvest to come
this grain, this field
of
abundant bounty
would never die
just change form
it just had
to be
and it would become
something far beyond
what’s
originally known
— Debby Weinberger
Debby Weinberger is a native of Illinois, currently
living in Los Angeles. She wrote this poem while recently traveling
through.
People’s Poetry accepts poems on any subject,
but ones that deal with issues of local interest are encouraged. Send yours
to Corrine Frisch c/o Illinois Times, P.O. Box 5256, Springfield, IL 62705, or to cfrisch@illinoistime with “People’s Poetry” in the
subject line.
This article appears in Sep 15-21, 2005.
