They Will Go Together Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

the sun heated up, gold-plated fields
they are hurrying with the carting,
there will be a storm, right away,
one from last, before the coolness will come

a big barn will fill with straw
and with smelling hay

and two young sat on the stack
enjoy with oneself of eyes today cannot
because after this carting
they will run down with shared road

they will thank God for the shared life
and smelling hay