Wind Through the Autumn Wheat

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Wind Across the Autumn WheatDad walked his fields ev'ry Aprilthinkin' of hard days aheadhow fortune would try and keep himfrom keeping his fam'ly fedbut droughts and floods didn't scare himas he scattered that seedcos his soul heard the sweet hymnof wind across the autumn wheatwhen I was young Dad could hear mesayin' goodbye somedaybut he still cried the morningI left down that old highwaybut all I reaped in the citywas regret and cold concreteand home circled my poor heartlike wind across the autumn wheatand just as the wind returns againwhen it's roamed its farthestI came home because fam'ly and friendsare life's richest harvestand just like Dad saw Septemberin the first seeds of SpringI saw in a farmgirl's brown eyesall that love could bringcos with faith we see the futureand see it completeas time whistles through the ageslike wind through the autumn wheat(c)2006 Robert George