Haibun: Field and Tree Line

Mish is the pub tender today and has given us a photo prompt.  She has given us the link to https://sunearthsky.com/  Sharon Knight is the photographer and the collection is called Meditations from the Midwest.  Some are black and white and others are in color.  She has given us permission to use her photographs for this prompt.  We are to pick one or more that speaks that to us.  This photo reminded me of my great-grandparents farm.  Come visit us at dVerse for this prompt and the poems that spring forth.

field and tree line – sharon knight used by permission

So many times I walked these fields – either by myself or as a child, tagging along behind my great-grandmother or another child of the neighborhood. The spring the fields were awash in tender green shoots of corn and in the summer, rows of full grown towering corn. Snow would cover the field in winter and in the fall – well, the fall was my favorite time. The late fall to be precise. How I loved the monotone quality of the colors and the light, the straight rows of stubble, the tall white birches surrounding the field – like a fortress. I’ve seen hawks circling overhead, crows skipping along the rows nibbling corn seeds or pulling out worms. The farm dogs ran and chased each other, their raucous barks filling the space with doggy laughter. I often chased after them, running behind. This field has enticed me in the winter, covered over with snow – slowly melting into the earth and watering the soil underneath. Winds would sweep the leaves across in small whirlwinds or gently caress the fields in warm brushes of soft kisses. And now, the farm was being sold. The fields will be farmed by someone else or worse, all the trees plowed under and houses built – some ugly subdivision under the pitiless sky. My heart aches at the thought. But it is all out of my control. All I will have left are my memories and a few faded photographs.

fields sleep in winter –
trees shiver in the cold –
memories of a child

22 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Frank J. Tassone
    Jan 09, 2018 @ 16:27:28

    Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
    #Haiku Happenings #12: Toni’s latest #haibun for #dVersepoets!


  2. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Jan 09, 2018 @ 16:35:40

    Love this… My grandparents had a big farm… and I know the feeling. I know the farm still stands, but the way it’s farmed have made it all different… so good to have the memories.


  3. Sharon
    Jan 09, 2018 @ 16:56:19

    So lovely. Thank you for sharing this memory. “Pitiless sky” is an apt title for a winter image. I may use it soon :).


  4. Victoria C. Slotto
    Jan 09, 2018 @ 16:59:17

    There is something dreadful about seeing those places that were so sacred in memory of a child being desecrated by inevitable change. But such is the nature of our lives and we hold on to those deep memories.


  5. Waltermarks
    Jan 09, 2018 @ 17:01:39

    That takes me back to the ranch. Hawks would circle freshly plowed or mowed ground looking for dinner. It looks to be a barren landscape. You described it well in your haiku


  6. nosaintaugustine
    Jan 09, 2018 @ 17:44:43

    You bring the reader vividly into the natural world. I enjoy your ability to get ground level (and dog-level!) and really communicate the sights and feelings of the scene.


  7. Frank Hubeny
    Jan 09, 2018 @ 19:09:27

    From trees and prairie come farms and from farms a housing development. One day it may be trees and prairie again.


  8. Mish
    Jan 10, 2018 @ 00:06:22

    This is one of my favourites of Sharon’s photos. I see so much beauty in it and you have brought that to life! Love this….”Winds would sweep the leaves across in small whirlwinds or gently caress the fields in warm brushes of soft kisses”.


  9. Jane Dougherty
    Jan 10, 2018 @ 08:24:20

    This poem brings back memories of the farm where I grew up. The farmhouse was at the end of our track and although there were fields of potatoes and cabbages rather than corn, and cows and horses and pigs and chickens, the atmosphere was probably the same. That too has changed beyond recognition, all the old buildings gone and hi-tech warehousing built. I hate it.


  10. kim881
    Jan 10, 2018 @ 08:48:53

    The image you chose is one I was drawn to as the landscape reminds me of the fields around here – our landscapes aren’t so different after all, even though we are on different continents and in different time zones!
    As you know, I love haibun Mondays for the biographical detail and the facts I learn about different places. I can picture you as a child tagging along behind someone –
    a cinematic scene. You’ve certainly captured the monotone quality of the image, Toni, and added so much more with the hawks, crows and farm dogs, bringing movement to a static picture.There’s a tinge of sadness in the few faded photographs and in your haiku.


  11. coalblack
    Jan 10, 2018 @ 09:33:20

    Wow, you put me right there. I loved the “doggy laughter.” The end of things like this breaks my heart.


  12. rothpoetry
    Jan 10, 2018 @ 09:54:33

    I too share your love of the country in the fall of the year. I love how you summed up the trees and the empty corn field. The lines in this photo really work! Great job!


  13. alisonhankinson
    Jan 10, 2018 @ 14:57:38

    I love the nostalgia and the memory.


  14. memadtwo
    Jan 12, 2018 @ 05:43:40

    A friend and I were just talking about all the farmland of his childhood now turned to suburban “mansions”. The melancholy of the photo is reflected in your words. (K)


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