Time’s forgotten yield

House in a cornfield–
ancient stones from spears and shield
turned up by the points of the plow–
time’s forgotten yield.

Where young hunters strode with pride
along the old lake ridge…
leaving echoing footfalls,
and the odd stone tool behind.

The sandy soil and the ancient stones,
none larger than my fisted-hand,
recalls the sweet lake water
lapping the edge of the sand.

©Sometimes, 2016

Taken in Spring 2015. Some of these trees started as volunteers in pots, others grew in place and were not removed from the over-all layout.  Prior to the year 2000 this area was indeed a corn field.


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