Tassels on the corn have turned those plants a lighter
Shade of green than soybeans bear in nearby fields.
The stripes make for a lovely view, but, lately, I've been
Wishing I could go to see the sea.  I long to watch
The waves come crashing on themselves as they rush
Over stretches of brown-yellow sand, or as they pound
Impeding rocks; the dreadful sound of seagulls crying,
Odors of decaying things, the freighters slowly crossing
The horizon far away from me.  Next month, I'll be out
By the ocean.  I will visit if I can, but, until then, I'll
Have to draw some pleasure from these fields which
Feature varied stripes of green.