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The boys are goin at it tonight Theres combines shelling corn in every direction The headlights are haloed by the dust coming off the stalks And the smell of the kernels makes any farmboy feel at ease It is the aroma of prosperity The year of sun, wind, and rain The harvest The sound of the trains running along 52 usually are ignored We are accustomed to that whine of the rails But they are magnified by the harmony of John Deere 9600s Whirring, rumbling, spitting out the trash The trash that will be the living soils blanket To protect it from the wind, the snows, the pelting rains To awaken with return of the Gold Finches And the first cries of the Sandhills And the sweet perfume of the first soil turned up Walking behind the tiller And the sweet sadness when I see That big, fat night crawler I just chopped in half (Didnt see that comin, didja? Yeah, me neither)
Posted on: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 02:38:58 +0000

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