Finally Beyond the Pine-Treed Back Roads of my Morning Commute,
I Think of You Early this September Morning
By Tom Laughlin
The bright sun kisses
The corn fields that I pass
Grown tall and stretched
Near to bursting
With plump kernels of sweetness within
Golden gems that sparkle and spill out over the tops
Yellow happiness
Dancing like fireworks
Against a green stalked sky
Because of you
I, too, feel these golden gems
This yellow happiness
This full heart bursting into dance
