Do Not Tread Down That Tall And Golden Wheat Poem by Paddy J. P. Harris
Do Not Tread Down That Tall And Golden Wheat
Do not tread down that tall and golden wheat
To make a bower of reed beneath the stars,
In which to laugh and drink the honeyed mead,
Away from thoughts of fear and acts of harm.
Though hours it seems you sit, and talk of fate,
Whilst gods smile and bless your mortal dreams
With sights of their most high and wondrous place,
Where no one knows the cold morn’s dewy beads.
I say do not sit down amid that corn,
For that night of vision will last ten thousand moons.
And over your corpse will blow the raging storms,
Until the muddy earth becomes your tomb.
Do not reject our mortal hopes and fears,
The gods envy man, see their crystal tears.
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As the fire's embers glow With passing of those you know Til' only smoke and ashes remain Of that which once life sustain(ed) . But in the chamber dark A wisp of air, perhaps a spark Remains to show that Here in gods image sat One who amongst the grain Found time to sing a refrain, A thought put to words and song That with the coming morn Forth comes the sprouting corn On harvest is to be the bounty For ferment to fill the pots with plenty. Those crystal tears shed freely Are promise to an eternity Where the raging storms of life Shall yield up from man's strife Rewards to the likes of Paddy Who graces us with his soliloquy. s