Poetry Corner: Heartlander

Diane Scott

In few grassy hills near a wheat-brushed plain
Sod-buster farm and brooding rain
A sunflower youngest in a brutal time
Face of beauty, then lured in prime
To faraway places, breeding of three
Enduring love lost early, no other for she
Solitary to dwell on golden coast
Children and grandchildren o’er to boast
Hands once agile now gnarled and bent
Mind once clear, mired messages sent
The body gives up its lingering lease
My own centurion, rest in peace

Ode to my grandmother