Combine Colossus
A vast combine harvester
The Colossus of farming
The farmer’s pride of the countryside
Like some prehistoric monster
Revolving reel ten meters wide
Advancing with invincible might
Its scything blades relentlessly bite
Cleaving their way through the corn
Land naked scarred by shaven swathe
Leaves wake of stubble newly shorn
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Inexorable roll is taking its toll
This majestic leviathan
With its 500 horse power
Massive progression and tractor
procession
A Sherman
tank turned into mower
Then
preying mantis arm extending
To discharge golden river of grain
Into satellite tractor drawn trailer
Churning on with arm retracting
And spews out chaff where waste was
lain
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Great hammerheads of dust arising
These billowing columns in spirals rise
Like a battle field horizon
Black against the summer skies
His grinding roar then rumbles on
And echoes far into the night
In silhouette against the dark
Eyes eerily pierce the gloom with light
Leaves vista out across the land
Now stripped and shorn by mighty hand
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