Harvest Time
Harvest time
Golden acres of wheat
soon the harvester will cut you down
make you into bread and fodder
I remember when you were tall as me
and the north- west wind
tried to flatten you but you
bent with the wind
At sunrise rose like a peace- army
Hell bent on becoming flour
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2017
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