Morning dews are heavier
Daily light is less each day
Fall is on the horizon
Tons of chores to do each day
Tobacco is cut and stored high in the barn
Hay is baled and rolled
Now only chore remaining
The fields of golden corn
Picking the ears and throwing out the stalks
Each row one by one
Haze of brown harvest dust flying high
Changing the bright color of the sky
Filling the grain bins to the brim
Proud I can be
Seeing the rewards of my crops
Providing for the family
Now that the harvest is finished
Leaning on my John Deere
Wiping the harvest dust
From my gray beard
Taking the water cooler
Drinking the last drop
Stopping now to thank the Lord
For rewarding me with my crops
John T. Banasiewicz Jr.
Copyright2004
Blessings to you from Ky.
Joyce Bowling
Best wishes
from
kay
There's a home felt warmth in the scent of the plowed earth, that stops us in our path to give thanks where it's due. And we do...all the while the sweat is pouring off our brows and the salt is drying to form lines around our necks. Our backs are aching but through it all..we just can't wait to feel that dirt under our tires again next year...
...and we sigh just before we retreat to the dinner table, and again give thanks and feed on the blessings we've been so richly provided.
An awe inspiring write!
Lisa
So wonderfully spoken! thanks John...good to read you again!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
nice to see you again; i've missed you :)
a very earthy poem that is marvelously crafted; well done, poet!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
I love driving a tractor..it is such big fun!!
Hait feet even teeht covered in dust...and when you smile you get those funny muddy swaety dust lines on your face!!
Then you know you did a reat job that day....right??
Love Tinka
Reindeer