Eric Peters Poems
|1.||On This Great Plain||3/24/2007|
|2.||In These Far Places||3/24/2007|
|3.||Two Women In A Field Of Grass||3/24/2007|
|9.||There Is A Sadness||3/24/2007|
|10.||He Was Tired||3/24/2007|
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In These Far Places
Evening, in these far places,
Hangs above the fields like a ghost.
The uncut grain bends
In soft echo to the wind.
The dark underbelly of cloud
Holds the moisture in its tightened fist
And tumbling in their trucks,
Across the hardened ruts,
The last men leave their work.
The rain is coming.
From this ridge he can see its advance.
Gathering in the distance
And beginning its descent
Until finally, fingers loosening, it falls
In a steady song among the grain.
The night, now thick with music
Sings against his ears,
The water ...