Farmland, Unchecked [Free Verse]

From a hilltop,
   farmland stretches
    to the horizon:
 
parceled into rectangles
   of brown, beige, and oh 
    so many shades of green.

It must be the tropics,
    for ripe grain to 
     coexist with verdant
      & fallow patches.

So different from the farmland
    of my youth
     where all the rectangles 
      were one of two colors -
      because everyone had to
      pack into the same tight
      growing season. 

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