The Wheat Farm Poem by Mogare Nyamoko

Thousands and millions of wheat stems stands still,
once green and shining too much
but now golden brown flowered wheat stems stands
in readiness for harvesting.

The wheat stems beaten by the sun mercilessly,
the joy of the sower
but birds
gather in one unit,
A priceless food for the belly
And other grains fall to the earth.
Maybe a sacrifice to mother Earth.

The sower now in thoughts,
Scared for a loss that might be
if all birds gather on the farm.
Scarecrows so scary
to the farm she implant
And the birds with watchful eyes perch.