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Rye in the Countryside

December 17, 2023
By WriterUtopia3906 PLATINUM, Jericho, New York
WriterUtopia3906 PLATINUM, Jericho, New York
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Favorite Quote:
You missed the bus.


Black bows, streaking winds, the rye

is pleasing to the eye. Beauty strikes me

by the countryside. The air is all but

still. Flies come and go; yet, time

stays at a standstill. I rode my bike across

the countryside; well, I rode on the back

of my grandfather’s moped, bumping up

and down as we traveled through that

patch of gravel road; with dust flying

past my ears; eyes closed, all I could hear

was the veer of electricity and the laughter

of his voice. So, it was yellow. It was summer

in the burdened rurality of China, with 

nothing left to lose. Rather, nothing I had

gained was worth losing. I, as a child,

wished for nothing more than the simple

company of my grandparents; a stay so

precious that it made the temporary elongate

its permanence; made my smile authentic.

Yet, it has been more than four years since

I visited the Rye in the Countryside, parted

by the big blue sea. Wistful as I am, a call 

away I make everyday, though nothing

could replace reality.


The author's comments:

Inspired by Dylan Thomas’s “Fern Hill,” this poem romanticizes my grandfather’s farm, a place where my love for spending time with him and my grandmother supersedes the farm’s apparent dirtiness.


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