Along the red dirt roads <br />You’ll find this time of year <br />Huge machines that cut <br />The wheat fields fresh and clear <br /> <br />The wheat farmers have always worked <br />So hard throughout the years <br />To grow and harvest their golden crop <br />Chopped down with giant sheers <br /> <br />Old homesteads seep with history <br />And while the wheat fields thrive <br />So many old homesteads <br />Weren’t able to survive <br /> <br />I watch in such amazement <br />As wheat farmers prevail <br />The wind whipping those golden strands <br />That they harvest on a grand scale!<br /><br />Marilyn Lott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oklahoma-wheat-harvest/
