Excellent free verse Word Games : Strawberry Fields by estory

On a sunny day in June, a day long waited for, We drive out to the strawberry fields with the windows open Passed clapboard houses and white churches with steeples That stand as they stood a hundred years ago When the farmers who built them first settled here. We walk through their fields, down the long furrows, Until we forget ourselves in the light and air, Lost among the plants with their blossoms and fruit, Thinking of the men who labored in the soil Time out of mind, until time seems to stand still. We wish we could live here, away from it all, Our lives turning to the turns of the seasons, Determined by sunlight and soil and rain, Rooted down with the strawberries in the deep, good land. Author Notes This is a poem about escaping the commercially organized, scheduled life, the stores and the delivery systems, and the longing we have for a connection to the past, the land and the climate and the weather, that seems lost today. The strawberry fields out on Long Island are almost gone now, here in North Carolina they are disappearing. With every farm going up for sale, every housing development going up, we seem to be losing the connection with this past, the agricultural way of life in our history, and the skills we used to have to grow our own food. estory

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