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A new day a new haiku
Each road I wander
Every footpath I follow
Always lose my way
Days wash over me
Drowning in a barley sea
Where does the time go?
Green growing to gold
Barley barely beginning
Sunlight alchemy
Seeds become barley
Barley will become straw bales
Bales become buildings
In our different ways
Tracking through the barley maze
Lost in a blue haze
This picture could be
From a thousand years ago
But for the people
We are not the first
Thousands walked this path before
We prove there’s a way
Corn among barley
Somewhere our paths have diverged
We are divided
Barely hearing ears
Beat out a better rhythm
Beneath burnished bronze
For times of good cheer
Bend hairy ears that can’t hear
To whiskey and beer
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