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Harvest Time

Summer season has wrapped up
on the southern prairie plain
the multi-patchwork of fields
ready for upcoming harvest
heads of golden yellow
wheat, rye and barley
glow in the amber sun
the wind creates flowing
waves with the hearty stalks
while birds and deer
find a very  easy feast
the rains are not wanted
as the threshing begins
dryness is the key
to get the best yield
of the farming season.

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Lindsay Laurie

Date: 8/16/2019 1:18:00 AM

Hello Phyllis … when I lived in Sunraysia I did enjoy driving out to the Mallee to watch the wheat wave like an endless rain, yes, and rain was the bane of the harvest - thank you Phyllis - Lindsay

Phyllis Babcock
Date: 8/26/2019 11:18:00 AM

Thanks Lindsay. Harvest is fully on it's way. Nice summer days to get it off. Starting to get cooler nights now so means fall is just around the corner. Have a nice week. love phyl

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 8/15/2019 8:30:00 AM

- It is lovely to see the grain as waves in the sunshine ... golden yellow :) - Autumn is approaching ... no doubt, Phyllis :) - Beautiful poem :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Phyllis Babcock
Date: 8/26/2019 11:20:00 AM

Thanks Annelise and yes fall is just around the corner. Garden is ready to come off and flowers are slowly wilting. Makes me sad when the flowers start dying. Have a wonderful week. love phyl