In The Fields of Rye

Walking in the fields of rye,
Ever reaching for the sky
In the winter, it will grow
Even with the winter snow
Blanketed around its base
It still feels the sun’s embrace
It will grow in poorer soil
Though the farmer will still toil
It can be made into a flour
Also a rye whiskey sour
Weeds won’t grow with Rye beside
Does not require the herbicide
Rye has lower gluten too
Rye flour may be right for you.

 

About the author: free-reign

I like to write, everything from software to music but I am most comfortable when writing poetry and lyrics. I am writing my first novel also. I am an aspiring musician, and practice guitar a lot, but progress is so-so. I have some songs, not a lot.