Nebraska Fields

Undulating plats of rich plowed earth
Pimpled with rounded bales of hay 
Stubbled whiskers glisten the dirt
Remnants of corn from harvest day 

Wind gusts swirl o’er endless seas 
Fallow lands renew once more
Wheat and corn to sprout again 
Repeat the cycle o’er and o’er

Metal cones with pointed hats 
Squatty silos filled with grain 
Sentinel outposts in the land 
Watch as seasons come again 

Thankful for its time of rest 
Fields their gift have given up 
With glad abandon wait again 
For blessings infused from above