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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.