When your shoulders, bending low beneath their heavy load,
Bow defeated with the weight of what your day’s bestowed,
Lift your eyes above the waves, set down your raging fears ;
Pregnant with a harvest-hope, your gleaning time appears.
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Canary seed soon to be gleaned…
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Very Beautiful Photograph…..
Thank you!
Canary seed? How do you keep birds away from the crop? 🙂
“Pregnant with harvest-hope”–WOW Wonderful, Mel!!
Hmm. That’s exactly what I was going to say so I’ll echo it.
🙂 Copycat! Thanks Lyle….
Thanks Caddo!
Once again, you’re able to capture in imagery the essence of your poetry. Beautiful!
Thank you! 😉
I’m not sure that you can! Except that thankfully, our local ‘canaries’ have flown the coop for warmer places by this time of year, so maybe all is well? 😉
How much good perspective does for the brittle back bone! Wonderful ! Faithfully Debbie
Everyone’s backbone could use a little shoring up, now and then… Thanks Debbie!
I’ve never seen this grain before. How beautiful – image AND words!
It’s a relatively new crop to the Canadian prairies. It is incredibly ITCHY to work with – anyone with allergies simply can’t grow it. It can be incredibly profitable, though – ironic, since it is literally grown to feed pet birds, and is often worth much more than wheat, which feeds people. Hmmm…. Thanks Pam!
well then – I’d better stay out of the growing fields with my allergies… interesting about the value of the crop – go figure!
Ah, the laws of supply and demand…. strange, for sure.