wheatfield 

In Wheatfield there is really not much to do. Exciting points consist of having bon fires. To find anything worth doing besides looking at shitty cows, cow fields and shrubbery you have to drive at least 20 minutes in any directions. Wheatfield is extremely sheltered and after high school most people go to college and are amazed when they experience an actual party. Since in Wheatfield is on an Indian reservation the high school is infested with Native Americans. The Native Americans stick together and will gang up on you if something is said to them that they do not like. Wheatfield is 30% preppy 30% emo and 30% ghetto (white kids acting black). A typical night in Wheatfield are movie nights at someones house where everyone gets together. Also the "popular" place to hang out is Tim Hortons.

Wheatfield

wheatfield by wolfpack2000 September 5, 2010

wheatfield 

The action of running through fields of wheat in Maidenhead.

This is the naughtiest thing Theresa May ever did.

Oh, goodness me. Well, I suppose… gosh. Do you know, I’m not quite sure. I can’t think what the naughtiest thing…

"Well, nobody is ever perfectly behaved, are they? I mean, you know, there are times when… I have to confess, when me and my friend, sort of, used to run through the fields of wheat wheatfield, the farmers weren’t too pleased about that."

wheatfield by CSD123 July 19, 2017

Wheatfield 

A large field where crops are grown.

The head of an alien lover in E.T.

Also, Jonathan, an alien researcher, hair shape. Hair is spiky and resembles crops in a wheatfield.

Look at that wheatfield in the Texas land; it is very arid.

That hair shape is preposterous, it's shaped like a wheatfield

Wheatfield by Edwardo Dhruv June 12, 2011

Wheat fields

I closed my eyes.
I found you at the door of a white house.
I knew it was a lucid dream.
You took my right hand.
We went inside.
There were different people in the house.
You would stop and talk to each of them,
but our hands never separated,
not even for a moment.
My eyes caught the carpeted stairs.
I was waiting for you to finish talking
so we could go upstairs.
But I woke up.
I was always curious about what was up there.
When I saw the first visions,
another door opened for me.
I sat in meditation,
hoping to see
what awaited at the top of the stairs.
I saw it.
There were more stairs,
suspended in space.
This time, I was alone.
You were at the top of the stairs,
standing beside a door.
I climbed those stairs a thousand times,
but before reaching the top,
I would fall asleep—
because climbing them was deeply soothing.
Finally,
one day,
I reached the top.
I had always thought
that if I opened the door,
a hidden green garden would be behind it.
The door opened.
It was a wheat field,
with a single tree.
maybe the nearest wheat fields
to the stone coastal village—
the same place
where we reached peace,
in each other’s arms.

Wheat Fields - Far from home, yet near in dreams

Wheat fields by From Saint Agnes to Egypt February 8, 2026