The Color Of The Harvest Poem by Dennis Lange
The Color Of The Harvest
Blue is the sky since summer's dry,
And seared and gold the field.
Green is the tractor rumbling through
To reap it of its yield.
It moves along and makes a cloud
Of brown above the gold,
As if it were a whirlwind's breath
With dusty story told.
The tractor, green, and bale machine
Form bundles round and gold.
The grass that once grew tall and green
Turns back to green when sold.
a beautiful description of green agricultural land, well- composed, thanks for sharing. if you find time please read some of my poems and leave your comments
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4/18/2024 11:03:45 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wonderful description of agriculture activities caught in beautiful rhyme. Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.