Running Through Barley

on Wednesday, June 20, 2007

PhotoCredit: LGS

As I followed after you into the fields of barley,
My heart beat with the force of youth within my breast.
The future glimmered, a distant mirage, a blur to me.
But that I flew on wings of love, mattered more than the rest

The summer sun beat down on us with warmth and assurance
The breeze blew steadily and swayed the stalks heavy and bowed
And as we passed, we would feel the barley beat upon us
Like gentle caresses, or sweet applause, or kisses stolen and proud

You moved as if Life itself choreographed your dance
The sway of your hips, the fall of your feet, the sound of your laugh
And I was caught up in the music, the spell of romance,
Every sense alive, every smell, every sound as bright as the sky above.

The barley parted before us as we ran and as we pranced
It surrounded us and supported us and it hid us
I followed overjoyed, my head spinning and my heart entranced
It seemed all nature joined to celebrate and cheer us.

But for the shortest moment, my eyes strayed, I turned too late.
Suddenly you were gone and only the silent field stretched before me,
I looked all around and called out but you had left without a trace,
Even our path behind was covered and I stood alone in the barley.

Again and again, I asked what might I have done differently,
That my highest joy would not have been so short lived a flame
I was still slumped in the field when the rains found me
The barley kept me company, heavy, burdened, silent and ashamed.


Anonymous said...

Beautiful writing lgs.

Anonymous said...

Yes. It's so fragile.

daysgoby said...

I think this is my favorite so far.

Anonymous said...

"This poem brought to you by the Barley farmers of Malaysia." :>

Lovely words, but it's the beautiful picture I love most of all.

HeiressChild said...


Lorraine said...

Oh I love this Lone Grey, it's beautiful and the photo is magnificent. So you are both a poet and a photographer. Good for us :)

Melanie said...

you know how sometimes you can leaf through a book of poems, and suddenly one of them whops you upside the head and you get a lump in your throat, and the words echo in your mind long after?

yeah. i got some of that from this one.

Janice Thomson said...

My gosh Lgs this is downright beautiful in the feelings and emotions it arouses. The imagery is outstanding. You are indeed a poet my friend. I hope we get to see more.
The picture compliments your poem wonderfully.

evalinn said...

Nice - and I love the pic!

Josie said...

LGS, this is absolutely beautiful!


meggie said...

This is such beautiful writing!
Thank you.

patterns of ink said...

This seems so real... I hate to ask. Very nice. As I read, I heard that great song. I think it's called "Fields of Gold." It's about barley.

Lone Grey Squirrel said...

Toppen Katteh,
Thanks. Glad you are feeling better.

Thanks, I appreciate that observation.

Me too!

Thanks. It's one of my rescued pictures. Honestly, the original was even better. I couldn't quite recover the colors and depth of field.

Thank you.

Thanks for the encouragement. I consider myself only a novice and a dabbler in both photography and poetry. But I am beginning to enjoy them both more.

Wow. Thanks. Writing this was cathartic for me but one always hopes that someone else is moved too. Thanks for the kind words.

If YOU say that I am a poet, I graciously and happily accept that, though still a fledgling one I'm sure. Still practicing my tanka though.

Thanks. The photo led to the poem.

thank you. Very kind.

Thank YOU, for the kind words.

I think this is one of my better poems cause the others were more cerebral in nature and this is definately more personal. Fields of Gold brings a lump in my throat.

evalinn said...


patterns of ink said...

After I wrote that comment, I googled it and that is the title. The lyrics can be found here:
(I'd make that a link, but the insructions are on my other computer. =)

My brother is planning to use "Fields of Gold" in my daughter's wedding video next week.

I wanted to tell you an amazing thing that happened to him. I can't yet post it at POI.

You’ve perhaps read in a post or two that I have a brother Dave [2 years older]. He lives in a small historic district of registered centennial homes. He is an excellent videographer/ filmmaker both privately and commercially. He is shooting my daughter's wedding next week. He also made two films to show: one at the wedding and one at the reception. Anyway, he called Tuesday to say they were done and ready to put in the mail. He then went a few blocks away to a friend's house. Within the hour, his son called. He was asleep in his upstairs bedroom and woke up choking in smoke. The house was burning. Smoke billowing from all windows. Fire on all three floors.
[The fire started in a junction box in the basement and climbed up the clothes chute.] Dave came home and 4 fire trucks soon joined him. He called back while they were busting out windows and hosing down his house. They'll be out of the house for 4 months. Basically, everything is either burned, melted, or smoke damaged. Amazingly, a fireman pulled much of his editing suite out to the lawn. In the pile was his cameras, hard drives, computers, and over 400 baby-thru-dating pictures of my daughter and her fiancĂ©. The house was full of antiques on both floors. Most can be salvaged. Insurance is taking good care of them. He insists on still shooting the wedding. They’re spirits are very good considering what these past two days have held.
It's too soon to post this at POI, but I wanted to tell some folks about it. Thanks for listening. =)

Lone Grey Squirrel said...

Thanks for taking the trouble with "Fields of Gold".

I read about your brother's brush with fire at Josie's and left you a message there. But anyway, glad that no one was hurt.

Have a wonderful wedding. Are you nervous as the bride's father?

CS said...

Lovely. And then sad.

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