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Trio of harvest haikus

Harvest memories
Field supper, grain on the fly
Long evenings work

Steady combine hum
Moving by lights, dust hangs low
Finally harvest

Still at work today
Eating up the rows of wheat
Sunshine guides them now


These combines are red, the ones in my youth were John Deere green. But the smell of harvest dust hasn’t changed and I’m sure the pressures of
harvest time are the same.