I thought that you,
Would like to see.
The place I in live in,
That surrounds me.
For now, I focus,
On this time of year.
The sights and smells,
And, what I hear.
There’s so much growing,
In the fields.
It’s Harvest Time,
The ground now yields.
A crop so versatile,
And so much fun.
Peanuts drying,
In the sun.
Or these little clouds,
Growing on a stem.
Take a look at this!
Cotton balls, all of them.
And, tobacco leaves,
Picked by folks,
Sold around the world,
To people who smoke.
And, this interesting sign,
A plaque in a town.
I’ll post about that,
Once I write the words down.