Evening song

Lay the golden crowns a second cut made
Drying in neat rows from a twirling rake
My tractor idles in the chestnut’s shade
We rest from chores taking a little break

Once long days of summer growing shorter
Less urgent the cries of the feeding young
When harvest moon enters its first quarter
Seen rising when an evening song is sung

Now a light breeze rattles the drying leaves
From the warm earth lifts an afternoon haze
Find peace ‘tween a man and what he believes
Thoughtful recollections of good old days

A long slow circle back to tractor’s shed
Basks in glow of setting sun, blazing red
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Posted: Aug 2012
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This poem is reflective of a hard working farm life and ultimate enjoyment that nature brings…

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LadyMorgana60
And your well written sonnet capture that so well.. It is indeed very hard work that hopefully brings a rewarding yield of crops..
Enjoyed reading Yankee thumbs up wine
Odette67
Now a light breeze rattles the drying leaves
From the warm earth lifts an afternoon haze
Find peace ‘tween a man and what he believes
Thoughtful recollections of good old days

Beautiful poem Yankee...Hard work...But very rewarding..Reading this is like a trip down memory lane. hug purple heart
gnj4u
Hi, Yankee4you,
Find peace ‘tween a man and what he believes... Your sonnet continues the love affair the farmer has with the land. Enjoyed.
windyweatherly
Reading this Yankee, I can't help but wondering how is your farm during the wild hurricane? I hope all is well. Although, I also read in one magazine that after the worst sotrm or hurricane, came the best harvest ever. I will have to hear from you on this one. San Joaquin valley which comprise of the central plains of California, From Fresno (north) to Baakersfield (south) is the most fertile land of the US according to US agriculture. Note: Bakersfield is the capital of Carrots in the world; capital of organic food distributed in the world; Capital producing of Almond and they are now predicting Olives in the next ten years. Not to mention the capital of oil producing in our nation. Anyways, I am a little familiar with storm myself and the result to agriculture as I was raised by my farmer dad and lived here in the area. But there is no weather extremes at all. No storm, no hurrican, no tornadoes, only once a year a bad sand storm. But all in all, farming is under very clear stir of man's technology. Irrigation..

I hope your farm is in good shape Yankee.

Regards,

windy
Fellsman
Hi Yankee

I missed this sonnet when it was first posted, I'm glad to see its re-appearance, a blissful treat for any nature lover.

Regards

Bill wine wine
Ladybee42
Lovely stuff Yankee, spirited me at once to playing in the fields around a farm at sunset. Nature is wonderful and inspiring no matter the season.

purple heart purple heart
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