I gather under standing looking up a stalk of corn
in haying rolling valleys all around my brain,  was born
I breathe in again the crisp horse air
swinging branch to branch, biting big on Bartlett pears!

I sprawl in the grass,  seeing infra Poplars sway
Now, picking Bing cherries, "Shoo! You greedy Blue Jays!"
Condoling in a coolness where rocks shinny up a hill
Barefoot life edges slating o'er slivered sills

Prance a hop-skip to my peaceful place!
A pine tree forest laden with a needled lace
blanketing on bridal paths led me flowing rivers' brook
A rainbow's in the sky dangling off the ends of hooks!

The Maple trees' in yellow, even greens and bare
I see snow atop of fences waiting for my mitten, fair
. . . the manure piles steam,  to rise higher in my lows
while the black crow caws, "...steal it from their silos!"

Eyeing square the kernel,  each significantly rowed
waiting for my teeth to rip away at its harvest yellow glow . . .
I look up knowing this one really crops a purpose!
Every savor passing present, of this my life a knowing presence has been
  Oh so worth it!

Copyright 2008
Kimmy Van Kooten