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Golden Bounty

End of Summer;
the combine harvester fires up
to reap nature’s golden bounty.
Over there, as far as eyes can see,
stretches a landscape filled
with waves of wheat that sway
and rustle in the wind.

Undeterred by the combine’s
grinding, churning racket,
starlings flutter and submerge
to snatch up scattered kernels,
then to rise in one black explosion--
only to brazenly settle
on a useless scarecrow meant
to scare off these freeloaders.

At the monstrous machine’s approach,
the flock rises like a swarm
of locusts into the sky,
abandoning the field of wheat
to the John Deer monster
machine and field mice.

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My Son adores the combine, it's a monster machine with the mechanics to match, it's so exciting to see it in action, John Deer is a British make I believe, a view to how beautiful autumn is over your way.
Your imagery is flawless and your ending too

Thank you...Teddy

Double post sorry Sir.

Thank you...Teddy

first of all, thank you for the nice comment on my poem. I also love John Deere's machines. Btw, he was an American inventor; the John Deere World Headquarters are in Moline, Illinois, United States. The company has subsidiaries all over the world. I feel a bit unwell this morn and must hold off with my comment on your window poem. Be good, dear T. Jerry

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I didn't know that, I hope you stay well Sir, no need to comment on anything. Get well.

Thank you...Teddy

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