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Farming

By Parker K.

 

The hot summer sun rises over the wheat swaying in the wind

Heat waves dance in the distance

A black cloud rises to the sky as the combine starts

The smell of dust and coffee fill the air

The cool air from the vents blow the dust off my skin

The sound of the radio keeps me company

Keep driving till the sun is long gone

And the headlights are the only light for miles.