Soybeans – Thomas Allan Orr The October air was warm and musky, blowing Over brown fields, heavy with the fragrance Of freshly combined beans, the breath of harvest. He was pulling a truckload onto the scales At the elevator near the rail siding north of town When a big Cadillac drove up. A man stepped … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Thomas Allan Orr
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