In the Wheatfield

Dominion, Volume 31, Issue 154, 26 March 1938, Page 9 (Supplement)

In the Wheatfield

THE rootfl of the wheat are still in the ground, tmd diiaterM of cut. hollow stalkfl stick it]) an Inch or two. They can be seen in their rows; they grew uj) just as they had been thrown down in handfuls l«y tile sower. There Is untidy stubble lying ways over the ground, and (lie Hocks of birds peck among if. hopping and flapping their wings. * They make (lie field alive and re;t ?

Then, down at lh« other end of the field are (lie stooks in rows, not very tidy, but warm and yellow. If you move up dose you can «ee each ear of wheat on its stalk, and if you pusli your hand into the middle of the corntower you cun feel the warmth In there.

And yon can walk un and down between the towers that were put up by men who moved heavily because they were hot in the sun. and the birds will Hy. and the blood horse by the wire trot away neighing. An old white wood wheel is lying against the tight wire fence, through which Is a round tub bound with rusty iron and full of water and green slime, and drips from the tap, each reflecting the world around, fall In and make one. Everything is alive and serving the one purpose of life—to give life. Everything is quiet and patient and content. The birds are full, there Is hay for the blood horse, and the wheat has fulfilled its day.—C’-F.