I inherited a field
Some place distant I didn’t know.
Hardly appropriate for an urban lad,
But there it is. First I was overjoyed.
Rolling countryside, fertile plains,
A million givers of life,
Nature’s yellowing display of effervescent beauty.
My very own umbilical cord
To past and future.
But then I paid it scant attention,
Preferring bustle as my daily bread
Until one day I remembered, running there in panic,
To witness ears of corn curled skywards
And sardonic, muffled laughter,
More appropriate for an urban lad.