 Marjorie Maydew Bell, LebanonMarjorie Maydew Bell wrote the following poem about harvest. She has been writing poetry as "The Farmer's Wife" for a number of years. Strong winds are blowing hot and dry The smell of summer is sticky and sweet Fields are full of ripening wheat Heads turn golden and then droop low It's harvest time and it moves slow Big combines turn into the fields Like lumbering giants with spinning reels They devour all that's in their path Then separate the grain from chaff It's augered to the bin on top And when it's full then they must stop Another auger slips into gear And moves the wheat to a truck that's near Then while they cut another load The full truck hurries down the road To the elevator and drives on scales Check moisture and wheat with sample pails Now dump your load with truck bed high Then hurry back if grain is dry At supper time a lunch is brought Sandwiches, fruit, dessert and pop Then long into the night they cut 'Til it gets tough with moisture up This scene is repeated every day Just work and work, no time for play 'Til all the grain is safely in And this year's pay is in the bin.  |
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