After the cutting
before the baling
a working field
waits for the late harvest
Narrow rows of green,
turning to gray,
course over the land
After the passing of the scythe,
the reaper's work
Hungry cows in the dairy barnyard
still munch and mull the September grasses
Soon they will know the bite of winter
when their feed
is this autumnal fuel
September 23, 2005 12:28
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 20,870+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
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