Ames Somerset

It has been awhile since anything has been added, so a little poetry cannot hurt.  Hopefully all the hoses have been taken in and there are some good books and a warm chair waiting for you this late fall.  I found this poem on Ted Kooser's website.  An Ames guy living in the rolling hills of Nebraska.

In the Corners of Fields by Ted Kooser:

Something is calling to me
from the corners of fields,
where the leftover fence wire
suns its loose coils, and stones
thrown out of the furrow
sleep in warm litters;
where the gray faces
of old No Hunting signs
mutter into the wind,
and dry horse tanks
spout fountains of sunflowers;
where a moth
flutters in from the pasture,
harried by sparrows,
and alights on a post,
so sure of its life
that it peacefully opens its wings.