in my life (I cannot leave the land)

I cannot leave the land,
When a thousand sounds, sights, and smells tell me I am part of it.
During that long growing season, corn talk to me in the wind.
The bright green leaves whisper softly against each other.
When the wind carries pollen from the tall tassels to the soft silk of the tiny ears.

I cannot leave the land when the wind is blowing,
Then the dry corn rattle loud and harsh, hiding all other sounds.
Farmers throw it ears of corn, one by one, into the gunnysack.
The land reminds me,
It says, "I am here, you are part of me".

Keep the spirit - koentjoro's poem for video National Sales Meeting 2005.