Lori Hershberger

Rookie [Everlasting Joy]

Harvest Song

Oh, I must go down to the fields again
Through the shimmer of summer heat
And wade through the waves of deepening gold
The oceans of ripening wheat
Then I'll stand on the edge where the grass still grows
Green by the amber shore
And feast my eyes with a fierce wild joy
For the harvest is once more!

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