Resignation

Breath deep the rain.
The western sky is dark blue and grey
And I can see the rain falling down upon the fields
Of South Georgia, near Tifton.
The trees along the fencelines
Are as dark green as a meadow in Ireland
Sitting high above the waters of the North Sea
And the corn is so lush and high
Growing thickly along the right of way.
Late Spring and life is forcing
Itself through the red clay dirt
Feeling the call of the season, and the rain and the sun,

But perhaps too late:
The "For Sale" sign along the highway
Tells us a sad story
And exemplifies the finality of some conclusions.