I AM

It's Poet's Pub and we'r challenged to
write an I AM poem, first person narrative.
Submitted to dVerse
July 16, 2020
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I am the summer breeze rippling the field of ripe wheat,. 

I am the meadowlark sending my melody from fencepost perch.  

I am the cattle munching sweet green grass, seeking 

 shelter from the summer heat under the old oak.  

I am the rooster, crimson comb and wattle, 

crowing my superiority to all.  

I am the hen clucking quietly to her sisters of his vanity.  

I am the rows of tall corn, ears hanging heavy,

 that will feed the nation.  

I  am the plump grapes on the arbor

   in the garden, ripe for the taking,  

 destined for jelly on freshly baked biscuits. 

 I am the rosy red tomato, ripened in sunshine, 

destined for hungry bite, juice 

dribbling down eager chin.  

I am crimson strawberry nestled in green

 leaves for game of I spy.  

I am the tall hollyhocks beyond the fence, 

offering bright color to summer sunshine. 

 I am the swallow darting and swooping

 in and out of the barn. 

 I am the apples and peaches ripening 

on the orchard trees.

 .I am the barefoot child who saw it all.