The heavy heads of lolling grain
were shifting in the breeze.
A harvester did chomp it down,
reaping before the freeze.
Now we'll stare at the naked field,
feeling something 's been lost,
seeing nothing but stalk stubble -
stiffened and white with frost.
What's culled from the harvest mind
when all the fields are cleared,
and dancing plants of robust grain
are newly disappeared?