Do you remember Ohio?

Do you remember Ohio?

Its rolling green hills of summer corn

Crowding in on one another like a joyous mob, 

The sun pouring forth over its bountiful minions

As insects buzz and click in the trees

Where furry creatures scurry, helter-skelter, 

Then pause...with quivering nose.

Cows stand in the stream staring with liquid eyes

Behooving kindness upon the world.

The trees bunch together, as thick as thieves

When suddenly a summer breeze prompts chatter

              in their ranks.

In the distance, bright sky and fertile earth

Merge in a sun-drenched misty haze.

Red and white barns salute one another

in study alliance across wide rolling fields.

Come winter, brown and grey will wed

as shadow lay beneath the hills.

Then glistening snow will cap the shed

Under the squawking circling crows

Searching for a scrap of bread.

The frosty wind comes howling

Down through the trees

Around the woodpile

And a cat begins to run.

Then suddenly, winter becomes still and silent;

Pale clouds are split by the sun,

And the land becomes a cathedral.

By James Guy

All pictures taken by James Guy Miller