Dead End Roads
Shadows sharpen the fields,
play over acres of corn--
long harvested. Hawks
hang overhead,
scan the stubbled land.
Along the road, the carcass
of bleached, split wood.
Cows huddle
beneath the darkening sky.
A pear tree reaches up,
offers late treasures
as the sun torches
scythed hay.
The same light ignites
the barn, the skeletons
of half built homes,
illuminates the signs--
low 90's
3 BR
financing available
A line of green
tractors--an honor guard
as the farms pass out of sight.