The Whispering Fields

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Now if you listen close you will yet hear
The husky rustle whisper in your ear,
The serried stalks of corn, broad rank and file,
A shimmer-green ocean of whisp’ring aisles.
Susurrus of all time expanding out
From this one moment, two definite routes
Forward and back, future and past align
Where corn leaves’ mumbled mutterings combine
And tell of gentle rolling hills of green,
Of time stood still but for the pleasant breeze
That makes those green ears speak and tell a tale
Of here and now within this verdant dale
If you but tarry for a moment fey
And hearken what those leaves of corn do say.