You’re long and thin and golden through,

And bend as breeze may push you so.

A collage of stalks upright they stand,

The sun reflects a calming glow.

 

Your tips and tops will flower up,

So small they bloom form tips of wires.

An ocean of cattails waving high,

The water looked like a million fires.

 

You’re insignificant alone,

But with abundance and your flower.

Ground into stone until powder,

Your form becomes a different flour.

 

You’re helpful in the kitchen now,

To make a loaf, add water, make dough.

Till golden brown on cusp of bread

You’ll bake until I tell you so.

 

Why we broke you down one sunny day,

Will lie in mind for years to come.

Had we not and left you alone,

You’d drown me in your plain boredom.

 

You’re more then fires upon the tails,

Of cats running through your rolling hills.

How gold and bold you sold your self,

to be taken away to mills.