Friday, January 21, 2011

Late Fall Day

Have you ever watched a late fall day?
The leaves t
                   u
                    m
                     b
                      l
                       i
                        n
                          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

                      
                        

1 comment:

  1. 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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