with field cleared, the farmer leans on his scythe, and eyes cloud figures
A Farmer’s Reverie [Haiku]
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Harvest Mind [Common Meter]
The heavy heads of lolling grain were shifting in the breeze. A harvester did chomp it down, reaping before the freeze. Now we'll stare at the naked field, feeling something 's been lost, seeing nothing but stalk stubble - stiffened and white with frost. What's culled from the harvest mind when all the fields are cleared, and dancing plants of robust grain are newly disappeared?
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Ripe Rice [Haiku]
fields of ripe rice
as far as the eye can see -
sickle harvested
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Harvest Cycle [Common Meter]
The field is neat; the stalks are baled; the grain sits in baskets to be carried back home to dry on thin sheets of plastic. The chaff will be cracked from the grain so that it can be ground into flour, and baked into bread that I'll eat sans a sound as I enjoy the view.
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POEM: Harvest on the Farm [Ottava Rima]
My memories of autumn are clearest —
the harvest time, when fields had turned amber,
with desiccated stalks – devoid of spirits.
And in the grain, we children would clamber,
’cause cleaning out wagons was time cherished.
Those short days are now brighter and grander.
It was an age of colossal machines,
and kernels of corn and tiny soybeans.
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