he dreams
of cornfields and hay strewn farm
of table laden of fresh milk and bread
of simple life beneath the lavender sky
he sees
the city choked in dust and twisted steel
the street filled with foreign made goods
the night complicated by debts and politics
he paints
heartland drawn from honest work
soil that his ancestors toiled and spilled blood
countryside so his children may find their future,
rooted in this land
Posted for The Mag: Thomas Hart BentonMore about the painter here.
I am proud to have this poem published in Nain Rogue, September 2012 (page 21). Thanks to D'verse Poets Community for the support.
