Radiation

Trying to write in meter.  This is difficult.



Radiates the wire of a lonely fence,
strung round the field, a circuit to commence.
Sun burnt girls and sentential dog in rows
of chin high rusty wheat. the cattle low
a sobering moan, the wind caught boughs.
The past, in furrows of earthly plows,
a heavenly hum, a spider's bite,
a father's warning to make it right.
The sun dead on a hill, leads the flight.