Hallowed Ground

by Gary Yoder

Steam hisses twists and turns
As asphalt burns
Another farmer’s field
A fertile fold that nurtured life
And breathed the air
Plaid patch of earth where children ran
And felt the softness of sweet soil
That tends the simple soul

What scorching suns
Could not suppress
Is now subdued
How glibly we would arrogate
The greenery of God

Gary enjoys parenting, word-play, music composition, photography, painting, patristics, dispatching pumpkin pie, and plenty other reputable pastimes.

Photography by Kenneth Godoy