haiku.blog
A new day a new haiku
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by
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