Have you ever watched a late fall day?
The leaves t
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g, mud flying, corn swaying in the wind
Have you ever felt a late fall day?
The air whipping through my door, the steering wheel and leavers in my hand
Did you ever listen to a late fall day?
The corn unloading, trucks glugging, augers working
Did you ever smell a late fall day?
The dust rushing up your nose, fresh corn and mud
Did you ever taste a late fall day?
The quick lunch and Mountain Dew
And that's the harvest for you!
By Cort Witt
I like the poem, but you could have put the word swaying as you did with tumbling. Like it's swaying in the wind.
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