Golden Wheat Fields Poem by Marilyn Lott

Driving down that red dirt road
I take a deep gulp of air
Ah yes, I love those wheat fields
Any worries will quickly repair

Huge machines ready to work
And to reap that golden land
The crops are ripe and ready to cut
With the massive John Deere brand

Workers sweat and toil in the sun
From early morning till dark
Then up again when the dew is gone
They have that farmer’s spark

The bales are huge and round
All rolled with an impressive machine
Just the way they like them
Yep, those bales are a farmers dream

If you ever get a chance folks
Watch those men as they work
All things will come into balance
As they labor in that dark red dirt!