The silly season.

July 5, 2017

The silly season has begun,
no more nights out, no more fun.
The weather's set on fair and dry,
The sun is shining in the sky.
The grain store waits to hold the yield
from trailers full from golden fields.
The moisture's checked and all is ripe,
there'll be no early bed tonight.
The combine roars, the header turns.
The joints are greased,the auger churns.
And off they go, the dust flies high
the harvest home starts in July.
Jan Millward©


Share on Facebook
Share on Twitter
Please reload

©Jan Millward, 2018

Jan Millward Poetry on Amazon
Jan Millward Poetry Linked In
Jan Millward Poetry on Facebook
Jan Millward Poetry on Twitter