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Trillium 
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA 
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The Harvest Crew I see the threshing crew come in. The harvesting is done. Upon the air, the dust motes drift Before the setting sun. Beside the barn, the cows await Their milking and their hay. The chickens all have gone to roost. The daylight fades away. A door is opened at the house. The lamplight spills without. The evening meal is ready now. A feast, there is no doubt And then it's time to say good-bye. Before the day is new, They'll travel to a neighbor's farm To help that farmer too. Then it will be another year Before they come again, To reap their way through fruitful fields Of ripe and golden grain. They are a tanned and stalwart group. Hard workers, every one. We always miss their smiles and jokes, When harvesting is done! Betty Lou Hebert Published by Western Producer Magazine, Canada 1998 [This message has been edited by Trillium (05-03-2002 07:30 PM).] |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Memories, memories! It was always a great time when th thrashers came. I even worked in the cook car one season. Joyce |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
Joyce: It was a busy, fun time. One of my jobs was to carry cold water and lemonade out to the fields for the men. I also helped in the kitchen. Such mounds of food! It all disappeared too. Betty Lou Hebert |
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BloomingRose Member Elite
since 2000-08-09
Posts 3092Florida |
Guess I am a bit spoiled. Never had to work quite like that.  Good write. Deb |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
Deb: It was long ago and far away. Times have changed dramatically since then. It left happy memories however. Betty Lou Hebert |
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pegasus111 Member Elite
since 2000-07-27
Posts 2219ocala, fl, usa |
A healthy slice of Americana. Thank you for sharing this with a city boy... the woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep, and many miles to go before I sleep...Frost |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
pegasus111: You're welcome! Hope you enjoyed it! Betty Lou Hebert |
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2dalimit Member Elite
since 2000-02-08
Posts 2228Mississippi coast |
My parents traveled from state to state to make a living before WWII, but mostly in the cottonpickin' fields and vegatable harvesting. They said it was hard work, but honest. Thanks for a glimpse of America. Melton |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
2dalimit: I'll bet it was hard work!! I picked beans one summer when I was about 16 and thought it was going to kill me. This farm in the poem is actually in Canada where I grew up. In the wheat country of Alberta. Thanks for your comments. Betty Lou Hebert |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
BettyLou~ I've watch the citrus harvesting crews work just this way ... but, my favorite line in this piece is - 'The lamplight spills without' What absolutely glowing imagery this brought to mind~ Lovely dear poetess~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
Marge: Thanks so much for your comments. It is a memory from many years ago. Glad you liked it. Betty Lou Hebert |
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