I hang my blue shirt out,
out on the flatlands where
distance makes a haze into
the face of the lowering sun;
I watch the winds wave
fields of wheat.
Under a cluster of trees I see
a house where farmers and
birds go home to roost.
Sundown comes to the
silent scene and erases the
line between earth and sky,
then my heart feels calm as
I watch a full harvest moon
rise up from the east.

Bright sun shining,
Briskly blowing breeze
Clothes waving on the line like flags unfurled
Ah 'tis a sight for sore eyes!