Empty Fields
John Deere
Unhinged
Fall harvest
The Old Barn
I stand in a wedge of conflict
between the familiar now old
white washed plastic
new and cold
*
I behold a world
slipping away
horses, fields
tractors only on display
The cavernous barns
where we once climbed
are now derelict
broken, gray in decline
*
a world that was wild
once free and grand
is caught up in bargains
fenced in land
*
senses affronted
as I cross the highway of life
buildings emblazoned with red circles
Flashing lights blind my sight
*
Go! turn your backs
on the world of old charm
give up expansive fields
embrace plastic, metal, car alarms
*
I am posting this poem today with Poetry Pantry where poets get to share old and new poetry.
This poem was originally posted in July 2010. I did a little restructuring but I hope the conflict between an old more stable world versus a more static plastic world is still conveyed.
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Leslie, was so happy to see you in the pantry. 🙂
Love the photos. Beautiful! And feel the poem deeply as we are going through that intensely in our region. Fields are being swallowed whole by developers. I don’t know where the world thinks they’re going to get their food from…its insane.
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Living in several agricultural areas I too have been saddened by the swallowing whole of our natural resources – plus I love the old, rusty beauty/ plastic isnt that fun to photograph 🙂
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SO well portrayed that I grew sad, reading it. Such a beautiful world, being replaced by plastic, noise and hustle………sigh.
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aww thanks
great to see you up today at Poet’s United
its about time!!!
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Lovely blog, words and photography. Enjoyed your poem … the old world has charm that plastic and metal can’t replace. Well done. Visiting from Poets United and greetings from the New York countryside 🙂
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Reblogged this on sueshan123.
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The unsustainable plastic world…some say we moving rapidly to more primitive times whether or not we want to go there…might not be all that bad. 🙂
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Im thinking yes as we destroy what we so desperately try to save
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It’s a dismal sight.What we had and readily gave up for modernization. The fields,the carts the people ,have given up something valuable which we’ll never see again.If this is the price we have to pay,I wonder,is it really worth it!
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excellent question
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There is a sadness to it all… soon there will be just concrete fields…
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ugg what a thought
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the concrete tide creeps closer to my home…pulling up stakes is in the cards… 😦
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Funny but I was writing about the same thing too ~ We should never forget the old charm despite the abundance of plastic & metals in our world ~ Good one Leslie ~
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No, my soul is always shipping through a nostalgic mood:
No! can’t turn my back on the world of old charm
cannot give up expansive fields
won’t embrace plastic, metal, car alarms…
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good glad that there are a few of us left
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Great photos and such longing in your words. Beautifully done!
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thanks so much for your kindness and your visit
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