What is summer in your world?
Sandy beaches? Flags unfurled?
Mine was evenings cast in dust
Sounds of combines … grainy rust.
Sweat bees… grease zerks… burlap jugs
Hoppers… and potato bugs.
Sunken toes in piles of wheat
Auger spouts and dirty heat.
Early morning lots to do
Waiting for the drying cue
Take a sample get it tested
Tarp the truck bed never rested.
Once the crop was in the bin
Sip a beer and start again
