Silent through the corn he walked
Felt the tickle of the sheaves
As he slowly became aware
Of the listening of their ears.
Felt the earth beneath his feet
Open sky above his head
And the gulf that lay between.
Heard the murmur of the breeze
And the whisper of the wheat
Stealing words he thought were lost.
With memory hand in hand he walked
Felt nostalgia’s creeping arm
Imagined stubble scratching thoughts
Walking back to younger days.
Felt the rush of favoured pasts
The comfort warmth of Summer’s kiss
Drift him home to idyllic days.
Saw the eventide shadow long
Absorbing thoughts he longed to lose
As through the corn he walked.