Fields Of Wheat Poem by Marilyn Lott

Our fields of wheat were brown
In a dry but natural state
And then one day things changed
They met a horrible fate

No rain had come for so long
It crumbled under our feet
The crunch was almost scary
Folks made a quick retreat

The sky was filled with orange
As the wildfire raged on
People fled their homes
From a heat that did not belong

The men and women worked
Days and through the nights
As they tried to stop the fire
From taking such a flight

Another example of nature
When there isn’t enough rain
Our fields of wheat so beautiful
Will be that way again!