In the Heartland an Artist was Heard:
Narrative Poem
The heartland,
is in his bones
agriculture,
his first love!
He calls the sunflower state home.
As he works to unearth,
stripping away the grasses girth
Grazing the fields like bison do
Whistling
the sweetest melody
of meadowlark song
His craft, transcends-
nourishing the landscape
while, enriching minds
Whom
are enthralled within the world
Of his living,
still-lives.
His need to create,
longing to cultivate,
conceptualizing
his own imagination-
Only elevates,
a fire to rage-
PASSIONATELY
deep within his soul
Artistic flare!
A pallet made up
of seeds,
stalk of wheat,
ears of corn,
And wildflowers!
His canvas is a prairie
a crop artist,
wallows
in dust as a buffalo does...
His whistle,
turns into a limerick
Key of C major he sings:
Harney silt loam
Still, I plant
Wind erosion
Still, I mow
Heavy rainfall
Still, I burn
Drought
Still, I plow
fires,
I have seen it all!
At 56 BMP,
his metronome is the
“ scrape”
Of his plow along top soil...
He stands shoulder to shoulder
With the American Bison
Ahem buffalo
The treads of his tractor tire
are like the hair,
on the finest
paint brush...
Each stroke of reverse,
and downward shift of a stick
Reveal a larger picture
A birds eye view,
Atop
a elder cottonwood tree
A masterpiece is unveiled
Exposing the world to a movement
Seeds amass
billowy,
pillowy, mounds spreading across road sides
no avail
Moths and butterflies alike
feed on this species.
The importance of
preservation is prevalent,
in this art form
The artist keeps the values
warm
close to his heart
In the heartland,
an artist was heard.
About the Creator
Saroyan Coles
I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
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