by E. L. Miller
In a cold but thawed wheat-stalked field
On a flat, January day
He walked in the mud:
arrow head
horse shoe
iron spikes.
This land has owned
his family for
years.
In a cold but thawed wheat-stalked field
On a flat, January day
He walked in the mud:
arrow head
horse shoe
iron spikes.
This land has owned
his family for
years.