"Old farmer walking home at dusk"
by Carol Roede
Old farmer walking home at dusk can't think
How many times he's seen the new-cut hay
Bleed silver light and wait to trap the dew
That falls like old men's tears at close of day,
When heaven's golden doors are fastly closed
And old men's minds turn over fields of sighs,
When Night alights to ask us what we love,
And from his porch, one stony soul replies,
Why cut the hay to watch it fill with damp?
Why love the wife who turns to silent clay?
Why feed the beast that's never satisfied?
Why love the child who takes her love away?
Why not admit this fallow heart's worked through
With love for you, sweet summer night, for you?
About the Author
I grew up in rural Michigan but have lived in Minnesota for the last 12 years. I was an English major, and am still trying to read all that good stuff we didn't get around to in college (currently slogging my way through War and Peace). My husband and I have two poetry-loving girls.
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