Harvest Time Poem by Billy Loving

Worker in the field
His hoe he does wield
Burrowing in the ground
Potato plants they surround
Growing large and plump below
Meticulously unearthing each row
Drenched in profuse sweat
His shirt soaking wet
A heavy burden he does bear
Stern, concentrated face without a care
Harvest time about to begin
His bounty piles within
Each basket he fills
Strength from within, he wills
Skin reddened by the sun
First day about to be done
Tiredly he walks away
Time to rest till the dawning of a new day