Summer Sun
Wheat fields down a lonely dirt road
where gravel flies and dust unfold
american trucks with four wheel drive
what you need here to stay well alive
Sun beams down from early morning
Heat is here there is little warning
Fields of wheat their smell unique
as if the sun gives a taste of its meat
Morning fades fast in the fields
left with power that nature wields
until high noon shines in the sky
birds hanging on the silo will soon fly
Then cut the fields begin we see
a sight not common but it is free
a mid-western place seems just right
now the sun is fading I think it just might
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