Harvest Season
On the highway, there’s a sign
That’s flashing as we pass -
“It’s Harvest Season,” meaning we
Should ease up on the gas.
“Look out for farm machines,” it says,
Though driving on the road,
We’ve yet to see a tractor
Or a vehicle that’s slowed.
Since I live in Manhattan,
There is one thing that’s for sure -
Like the saying goes, I know
I’m not in Kansas anymore.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2024
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