days of stone

Roadside Wheat

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by

Ryan Stone
in

Dry wheat
at the edge of the road,
stems clacking
in the late heat.

Across the paddocks
nothing moves
but light.

A truck passes,
its sound dragged thin
towards the hills.

Then wheat again.

That small
hollow music

with no one
to hear it.

Ryan Stone

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7 responses to “Roadside Wheat”

  1. Goff James Avatar
    Goff James

    Beautifully penned Ryan. Have a great day My Friend,

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      Ryan Stone

      Appreciate it, Goff. Thank you. I hope you have a nice weekend too!

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  2. stevieslaw Avatar
    stevieslaw

    nice. really liked “it’s sound dragged thin”steveSent from my iPadOn Oct 10, 2026,

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    1. Ryan Stone Avatar
      Ryan Stone

      Thanks so much, Steve. I hope you’re well, mate.

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      1. stevieslaw Avatar
        stevieslaw

        Hanging

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  3. Sarah Russell Avatar
    Sarah Russell

    Hey Steve, that’s what I was going to say! You paint a lovely portrait of the wheat and the heat.

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    1. Ryan Stone Avatar
      Ryan Stone

      Thanks, Sarah. I should’ve named it that – The Wheat and the Heat 😉

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