Harvest

The combines have started moving across the fields,

bringing in wheat,

whatever has managed to grow.

Mr. Tuttle delivered the first load to town

selling it for seventy-three cents a bushel.

Not bad.

Mr. Chaffin, Mr. Haverstick, and Mr. French,

they’ve delivered their harvest too,

dropping it at the Joyce City grain elevator.

Daddy asked Mr. Haverstick how things looked

and Mr. Haverstick said he figures

he took eight bushels off a twenty-bushel acre.

If Daddy gets five bushels to his acre
it’ll be a miracle.

June 1934