down harvest way
dawn’s gold awash on this canvas grey
on a hillside turning down harvest way
grasses grasses of a golden hue
passing out of time and time to rue the
seeds of tomorrow the drying sun
of today’s tomorrow of just begun
to call down in tears and all the more
o corn dolly we do implore you
chase the rats the hares afoot for
the old terrier is rejuvenated to boot
the butterflies the dust the clouds the day
when everything is turning down harvest way
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