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Harvest time
12:52 PM
Harvest time

Running through cornfields, their bright yellow ripe heads bowed low. The heady sweet smell of fresh grain. The grinding and rumbling of gathering machines rake the earth as they gather up the harvest. Little children in overalls and wide-brimmed straw sun hats, the girls with baby pink ribbons, run behind the machines laughing gaily and picking up the remaining stalks that the machine missed. The fields echo with their joyful laughter, grown men pause their work for an instant to watch the little figures running down the whispering rows and they are momentarily transported back to their own happy, laughter-filled childhood days. The barns are filled to the seams with the harvest. Little ones romp merrily on soft haystacks, an occasional sneeze from the gentle sheafs that tickle accompanied by giggles punctuate the air.

I can see the scene so clearly in my mind. But somehow the words don't do it justice. They don't capture the colour of the fields, the scent of fresh corn or the sound of the children's laughter.

Can you see it?

Written on Thursday, August 23, 2007; 12:52 PM


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