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  • Writer's pictureHiram Larew


Updated: Aug 15

Carole Anne Kaufman whistles as I read Ode to Stubbled Fields. The poem was written at The Porches Writing Retreat in Virginia, USA.

Here's the link to the recording --

Stream Ode to Stubbled Fields -- A Poem with Whistling by Hiram Larew | Listen online for free on SoundCloud

Here's the poem --

Ode to Stubbled Fields

Where mountains blend old

with frost

How morning’s dawn

brings orange to blue

inside us

Where crows that are so fully made


and autumn tends away

or leaves drift behind

Or chosen songs forever hum

Where brambles edge

the less with more

and dark berries of

These marvels come so happened upon --

their early crests

are all there is of knowing


Where mountains blend only here

with only if

And take each heart its sake

to opened days in stubbled fields

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