.5. Cornfield Cycle Poem by David Threadgold

.5. Cornfield Cycle



Field after field
Of ripe golden corn
Wave in the breeze
On a fine sunny morn

Awaiting the farmer
Their ripeness to test
Before he will harvest
The time he knows best

After the harvest
Fields full of hay
Baled up into blocks
At the end of the day

Bales onto trailers
Pulled into store
Cleared field after field
Until there’s no more

The stubble gets burnt
Its ash tills the soil
Ploughed in after winter
For another years toil


© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes

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