Poetry "Echos"

Echos across wheat fields of my youth
wind creating amber waves
distant faces with knowing smiles
wishing me love and contentment
but it is not for them to give
those images of long ago
deep in my heart I know
we do the things we shouldn't do
so that we are accepted
so that we are successful
and so I sit on the ice cream churn
my grandpa turning the crank
my grandma setting the back yard table
those smiling faces shucking the harvest corn
I am in the past
and the past is in me

Rex