Friday, September 2, 2011

Harvest Time.

Golden ripened fields
Waving in the wind
Patiently awaiting
Harvest time

Across the prairies
Combines threshing
Dust plumes rising
From farmers' fields

Orange harvest moon
Soft clear nights
Leaves whispering
Harvest time

The sound of geese
Fill the night
Landing everywhere
From living skies

Seasons bounty
Thanksgiving
To our Lord
For Harvest time.

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