Just A Rock

Just a rock placed on a wind-swept post,
Somewhat odd and out of place.
Before it sat on a prairie fence,
It rested from its’ seismic race.
Always watched by sun and sky,
Guarded by sharp thistles and thorns.
Lonely now and all alone,
Lifted high in a awkward pose.
A little piece of a farmer’s thought,
This summer’s whimsy, fantasy art.

                           -Clarence Holm

Going Home

Words and Image ©2016 - Clarence Holm

Words and Image ©2016 – Clarence Holm

I miss walking along green prairie shores
Miss gazing into deep azure skies.
I yearn for the sun’s healing touch
And witnessing the killdeer’s cry

Just above the skyline, where soft clouds ride
Where wind tracked memories reside.
These harvested acres are missing small farms;
Honeysuckle and rock piles, buried and gone

Pastures and barnyards, good things now past,
Friend now just memories, under a cross.
Shackled recollections now frozen in time
Stamped in my memory, shadows on my mind

Dust on the horizon has clouded the view
My tears cleanse the vista, though heartbreaks remain.
Life is a journey, a stroll down a lane
Good things are coming, that is heaven’s refrain.

-Clarence Holm

Gathering Time -A Tanka

"The Harvest Moon", a circa 1833 oil painting by Samuel Palmer “It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.” -B. C. Forbes

“The Harvest Moon”, a circa 1833 oil painting by Samuel Palmer
“It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.”
-B. C. Forbes

Gathering Time

September’s night wind
Danced on the prairie meadow
To Autumn’s frost song

Season of the harvest moon
Time of reaper’s finale

-Clarence Holm