Yielding the Yams
Harvest yielding
The orange flesh of
The tubular yams
Blushing cherry-red
The blue oxen
Pulling the
Farmer's plow
When we spotted
The early bend
In the road and
The quiet noise
Listening to
Something else
Bound for home
Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2010
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