In The Grizzled Gray Poem by Richard Dates

In the grizzled gray
Of a late autumn afternoon
The woolen sky dumps gloom
In a stiff martial way
Rain slanting in herringbone patterns
Over the moors of Illinois.
No orange oval harvest moon
Will shine over the cornfields
The cornstalks stand tall
Bravely defying
The ominous rolling cannonades
Of thunder and
The charging onslaught
Of frigid wind and rain,
Like stolid soldiers
Dressed in khaki
On an ancient battleground.