I wandered along the meandering path

through the golden wheat fields

ahead the temple of offerings and feasts

all seasoned by the surrounding wheat

the locals fermented it to become jolly

stories evolved of the grain a grieving

mother carried door to door praying

her son would be resurrected if she

could only find one household not

impacted by grief …

others engraved the fine grains

with tiny messages of love

this rich wheat area had hardships

but was filled with golden heads of love

some wove the ripened heads into

little symbolic bouquets

and by the rushing river a little mill

stood grinding that grain to make

paratha naan roti and other breads

a bountiful crop ensured a good year


d’Verse, wheat, Rosma – pinterest pic


  1. Great wordplay in the title, Kate. Your tribute to wheat and harvest is full of interesting facts. I love the idea of engraving grains of wheat with tiny messages of love.

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  2. Wonderful, SweetKate! And hearing the stories and about the messages of love made this so heart touching!
    So grateful for the wheats (and all grains and seeds) and for the amazing breads and other foods the harvest provides!
    Someone(s) will eat today because of the planted seeds and tenderloving care the seeds received.
    HUGS!!! 🙂

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    • yes imagine the number of hours of labour of love that go from plowing the field right up to the loaf of bread or pint of mead we consume … seems we pay a small price for all that input 🙂

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  3. “this rich wheat area had hardships

    but was filled with golden heads of love”

    you captured the hard toil behind the sweetest harvest. love the indian breads here, too! a creative take, dear Kate!

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  4. I love the “story” and “stories” of wheat you weave into your poem here. Wheat has many symbolic powers in mythology, in folklore. I have a wonderful Christmas ornament that I bought in the Amana colonies when we lived in Iowa. It is a small bouquet of wheat tied with a very thin red ribbon…..Your words “some wove the ripened heads into little symbolic bouquets” reminded me so much of this ornament. Each year, when the Christmas season is over, I take this ornament off our tree and carefully wrap it in tissue paper and place it on top of other ornaments, careful not to crush the “heads” and the shafts of the wheat. To me it represents the fertility of the land and our rural life days in Iowa.
    This is a beautiful poem.

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  5. I remember reading the series of books “The Clan of the Cave Bear” – one character collected the grasses (wheat) from areas that they passed through during their migrations in an attempt to find the best grains to plant for the next time they settled.

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