Harvest Time

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.