Putting On The Big Boots

Lend Me Your Ears

By DeAnn (Wolkow) Kruempel
Posted 11/24/21

Last night two pairs of headlights moved in and out of sight in the field across the road. Far into the night an engine whirred as the machine rolled back and forth among the hills and valleys. Every few minutes the lights of the machine rendezvoused with the other pair of lights---the semi. Corn harvest. The huge combine plunged through twelve rows at a time, shredding the stalks and leaves, removing the golden kernels from the cobs, and then emptying them into the waiting truck. If I walked through that field today, my boots would crunch over pieces of stalks and leaves and bare red cobs.

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