Gathering in the Harvest
The grind and the roar and the column of dust
Boiling up like a storm
The combine with invincible thrust
Is shearing it way through the corn
From its jaws the riches pour
Rotating reel and scissored teeth
While whirling mass of harvest chaff
Is spewing out beneath
Reaped and winnowed and threshed in one
Along the chute the grain cascades
This liquid gold collects in hold
Gathered in by flashing blades
He’s riding high above the turmoil
Controlling this colossal beast
Driving in insulated capsule
Harvesting the country’s feast
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And all alone bewildered hare
With ears alert will pause to stare
Gazing at the field around
His land laid waste is stripped and bare
What a vivid account of this voracious beast that invades our farmlands every summer !Our daily bread truly has to be wrested from the fields .
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