Brighter in Echo than Gold

     Brighter in Echo than Gold

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The richness of the farmhouse is its fields

Of rippled wheat or roaring yellow rape.

The farmland opens up its yellow yields

In turn and every shapely yellow cape,

No matter what its tone, brings richness to

The squares and hills.  The yellows turn to gold

Of money when the farmer sends blades through

The richness.  There is not a need to scold

Him.  After all, the gold would fade at last

Without the harvest.  Yellow crops all die,

If harvested or not.  The yellow blast

Of rape leaves shadowed glory in the eye,

Though, that a bank account will never give.

In memory rape brings splendor to relive.

~  Phillip Whidden

by phillipw | Dec 13, 2021 | RA | 0 comments