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The Runners in the Fields
Green corn yellow corn stubble field and fire
Heads drip amidst the doubled grass round
fields through which the runners pass
die and are reborn. Through careless spring
outstripping tares we rose
and gloried in the summer sun
every lane and footpath run
was of our mellowing
In smoky fields the autumn will conceive again
but youth is brief and glories do not stay
you will be forever as today
memory which stirs
when on a day again we see the green
when golden spikelets catch the socks
rank round runners grows green grass
Yellow grass stubble field and fire
for Gary Roche