Blue is the sky since summer's dry,
And seared and gold the field.
Green is the tractor rumbling through
To reap it of its yield.
It moves along and makes a cloud
Of brown above the gold,
As if it were a whirlwind's breath
With dusty story told.
The tractor, green, and bale machine
Form bundles round and gold.
The grass that once grew tall and green
Turns back to green when sold.
a beautiful description of green agricultural land, well- composed, thanks for sharing. if you find time please read some of my poems and leave your comments
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Wonderful description of agriculture activities caught in beautiful rhyme. Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.