A Farmer's Crop Poem by douglas lewis

A Farmer's Crop

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Rain pelting down on a tin roof
Like popcorn bursting.
Silos large and small tubs full.
More than enough for
A circus and a clown.
Seen through the panes
The corn flows fat
In clarified butter.
I am smelling the pop
In the crop
In the fields
That surround.

Sunday, June 18, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: rain
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