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A murder of crows observes our approach, eying my sister's sheaf, worn like a brooch. Yet, this gilded field of wavering gold is quite a wonder for me to behold! This is the first time I've helped harvest grain; the breezes are warm, with no chance of rain. And under a pale blue sky, work feels fun, I love it here in the light of the sun. I hear the giggles that all sisters share, but something I see makes me stop and stare. I see a circle pressed into the wheat, and I'm puzzled by what's under my feet. My sisters don't stop working, that seems strange, then laughter follows a heated exchange. It turns out it's a nest flattened by deer, not an alien crop circle; oh dear.

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Date: 8/28/2023 12:34:00 PM
Thank you for your creative poem for the contest. Congratulations on your win. Eve
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Emile Pinet
Date: 8/29/2023 9:15:00 AM
Thanks, Eve; I appreciate the placement and your comments, my friend; Emile.
Date: 7/29/2023 8:07:00 PM
beautiful penning, like old good times of Harvesting, enjoyed the "picture" and emotions yann
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Emile Pinet
Date: 7/30/2023 8:23:00 AM
Thanks, Yann; I welcome and appreciate your comments, my friend, Emile.

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