The Combines Come

I saw the combines come the massive green cutting machines followed by the empty grain truck

They turn from the road into the yellow barley field
giant blades to make short work of the upright heads

Going from field to field the combines cut and the trucks haul-- that which took nature a season to build man can reap in a matter of days.

They leave behind a sea of golden stubble the evidence of a summer's growth

                                       Joanne Olson