Crow Fields
By
Curt Vaughn
From
the earth three crow stocks grew to the giant’s knee
The
corn laughed in the distant while roasting on the power lines
The
Man Crow hung lonely in the near empty field watching and dreaming
While
the Scare Farmer spread the earth open with his bare hands
And
let the water flow from his sweat and tears into the grand canyons
He
had made will waiting for the sun to set so he could stop the time of day
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