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.
- Author: PoetVids (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 5th, 2022 17:05
- Comment from author about the poem: It is amazing when you see these crops up close!
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