A Farmers' Poem for Thanksgiving
A Late Harvest
there was a lot of corn left in the field
when October's sun began to yield
to early sleet and blowing snow
white soon covered waiting rows
and combines were left standing still
snow fell and then, more rain
stopped the wheels on terrain
men and women waited still
and checked the fields as if to will
the muddy, sloppy ground to dry
the farmer's brow was furrow-deep
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