Dancing In Mid-Day Sun

Dancing in mid-day sun, in Kansas heat, was a land of grain tender and sweet. Over to the east sparkling in the sun, was piles of corn, picked and done. Harvest went, along with winter meat. Winter comes hard in backyard and street. Not caring if there is enough food to eat, Before long, winter will be won Dancing in mid-day sun. Wildlife hunkers low and travel fleet, no fresh wet water but a solid sheet. The earth returns from where it had begun, Once again the children are having fun. Playing long on tired hot feet Dancing in mid-day sun. Copyright © 2008 By Caryl S. Muzzey