think about the silence
and listen to the moonlight
rising o'er the cornfields
in summer days of yore
a childhood ringed by fields
golden green in summertime
with fireflies dancing high
may I really call this mine?
think about the sunlight
and winds across the plain
listen to the twilight
with its sweet fall of rain
we may not always notice
the beauty all around
open your eyes and ears
to the many sights and sounds
think about the cornfields
soaking up the sun
and how we felt so spent
when each day was done
(think about the moonlight
and listen to the silence
among the Illinois cornfields
where I will play no more)
I can't explain how much I miss it
and even though I've moved away
sometimes my heart flies with the wind
and I feel the cornfields sway
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Note: The second-to-last stanza was originally the last, but at first I didn't like it. And then I couldn't decide which stanza fit better at the end, so I placed one in the parentheses and included them both. Ah, the complications. >_>
This was also a difficult poem to write; not that I don't adore the landscape of Wisconsin, I just sometimes really do miss the beauty of Illinois. Some people may say it's boring and there is nothing there to see, but I can't avoid having grown up there and learning to appreciate it! I also am an incredibly nostalgic and sentimental person (as many of you already know) and tend to see the past through rose-colored glasses. :P
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