The Harvest

This summer 
I walked a stretch of land--
open fields with 
corn planted to the north 
and beans to the south
and a new crop:
pumpkins!

Each day
the plants grew,
leaves reaching 

for the sun,
roots stretching 

deep into the soil,

the soul of the earth.

And I walked

mile after mile

after mile.

We became friends.

Those fields 

welcomed my 
return each day,

even on the hot, humid ones.
They cheered me on
for that extra mile
and stood by me when 

I wanted to quit.
.

And they reminded me 
some day soon
I would reap
what I had sown...

the harvest.

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