HikerGirl
Originally uploaded by paynehollow.
I originally blogged this poem last March, but wanted to run it again at a more seasonally appropriate time...
The Last Farmer's Ghost
dtrabue fall 2001
Haunting empty fields
of overgrown weeds,
walking the rows where corn once grew,
she moans and mourns the
lost season.
The hallow ground, now laying
fallow ground.
She died and no one was there to bury her
and so she haunts and walks
as she always has
this earth only dear to her.
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