To a wild grass that once dreamed
Of waving like the tall golden corn
In the cooling breeze of a long summer day,
This was once a barrier.
Now it stands as a support,
For weak stems broken and bent with stress,
Strength sapped by the demands made by
A meagre unwanted harvest.
Winter winds whine as they pass,
They find no willing partner here,
In the lengthening nights peace and sleep rule,
This was the end of a beginning,
Now it stands as a beginning of the end.