Wheat Sweat

[Achebe]

The winds that dried the protein 
from the shriveled wheat heads
in my father’s fields
must have been too much
for him too.

I found the above to be poetic. The rest of the poem is just prose with line breaks eg.

One quiet trout is found
in his spot between 
the rocks each day
as we run down the 
gravel hill to throw rocks 
into the waters.

the first 2 lines have 5 syllables, the 3rd 4, the 4th 5 again, the 5th 6, and the 7th, 4.
it is not always necessary to have uniform syllable count or meter, but in their absence, rhythm has to be created through other means. that is not happening here.
also, no imagery except for the 'wheat heads' line