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A poem that has won me awars and fans on another site. |
Harvesting crops in the moonlight Birds migrating by day Harvest is over Winter is hanging in the air In West Virginia the trees are turning colors Colors are bursting in my sight Animals are fattening on the grains. Trees hibernating are on the horizon The moon is circling the sky Lassoing Mars is Venus in the night The tractor plowing up the sod Bears dancing to the fiddle A barn dance underway "Harvesting the moon". |