#165 harvest time

hey now stop cowering under barley rows and hiding in the rye no escaping into wheat and corn leave that for the birds the mind’s pastures harvested soon will sleep for the moon will too plump again for the last time and leave you to the birds as the husks dry the worm reminds that fruit is sweetest before it dies as kids my brother and i ran barefoot through the corn unafraid of what the crow had known and left us to the birds hey now stop cowering under barley rows and hiding in the rye no escaping into wheat and corn leave that for the birds as the husks dry the worm reminds that fruit is sweetest before it dies bhagiti 10.1.07 perrysburg, oh