Wheat penny

Wheat penny

         for Gary McPike III, at 4 years of age

Waves
of wheat:
green, pale green,
golden
bend
to the winds
of inflation;
this one cent
will not
buy
you much;
better save it
for the bread of life,
of wheat grain
growing,
your
wheat hair
blowing in the wind;
no government
can devalue
you;
but this
paltry cent
minted before
your grandparent's time
is all you'll have
of Nineteen-
Forty-
Five.
It's
all you'll
need when Lincoln
speaks from copper lips
of God and Trust
while markets
spin the
price
of wheat:
up one cent,
down one cent, like
waves of heat, like wind
that blows through
sweetgrass
hair.

© Kåre Enga

Author's note to self: [164.17] 28 March 2007. A 'wave' poem. Not exactly this type of wave " Waltz Wave" , but similar. The wave is audio (to be read outloud) not a visual concrete poem. Link regarding wheat penny: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wheat_penny
sweetgrass: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweetgrass
Edited from entry in blog "L'aura del Campo"  entry "Wheat penny. Gave in, started a forum." .