The Harvest

As we packed our belongings
In the old, white van
We ventured on a long drive South
Fleeing the poverty that destroyed
Our once proud, flourishing community
I watched the cornfields sway in the breeze
Through the rear windows of the old, white van
The cornfields surrounding a soccer field, a church, and a school
They were there when I first learned how to kick a ball
They were the background
As I rose from the water after I was baptized.
They were near as I daydreamed looking out the window
When I lost focus in class
But now, it was time to harvest the crop
As we drove away from the cornfields,
I watched the the people we left behind
As they built a great fire