write an I AM poem, first person narrative.
Submitted to dVerse
July 16, 2020
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.