Sun Wheat

April 15, 2008
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In the morning,
When the sun first emerges
From the shadowy Earth;
When no birds have yet sung
Their morning carols;
And the soils are still cold;
The wheat will grow in gold waves,
Under the rising sun.





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char17lotte said...
Aug. 7, 2008 at 12:32 am
What a thought provoking and beautiful poem. You are a very talented writer Ciera.
 
yellerduckie said...
Aug. 4, 2008 at 10:47 pm
A few weeks ago I was cleaning out my closet and found this poem that I threw in there. I sent it to Teen Ink because it's very symbolic to me and when I read it I get a feeling that even dark times will eventually grow light.
 
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