Harvest Fields

November 11, 2008
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Treading corn fields
Gathering year's yields
Foot in worn heels
Dream of warm meals
Go up three rows, and wave adieu

Spotting strange pests
Come spring birds' nests
Sun burnt dark chests
Moon lit food fests
String the bows, sing melodic blue

Moments pass by morning dew
Sow the seedlings, saps grew
Soothing warmth and zephyrs blew
Overheads, grown cuckoos flew
Lay down hoe, and gone are woe

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