There was movement in the room like a wind over a field of wheat.

Second only to rice is the production and use of wheat.

Before running, they took containers of wheat left by others who had also run for their lives.

Telling my story, I looked at the green fields of wheat moving in the wind.

In the morning light I could see patches of green wheat.

Then he returned to his father's side for the next basket of wheat.

There was also a lot of wheat and some livestock.

The price of wheat in the market had, however, risen, they said.

I would like to have put in an acre of wheat but it didn't make sense when we had so little land.

The paintings in mainly a large green field of wheat.