Gerry
12-19-2007, 03:33 PM
I looked across the cut corn field stubble bristling with frost in the winter sun. The few sheep nibbling the few green grass blades that have managed to grow. The birds in the hedgerow sit and wait the feast.
The sharp frost last night will be his signal to start.
The roar of the ancient engine kicking into life as the blades polished by the earth glint as they struggle to adjust to the light having spent all summer buries in the back of the barn.
The birds start to sing at the sound every slice into the beige bearded ground will uncover more chocolate fudge peaty earth full of creepy crawlies hiding from the light.
The birds will make short work of them as they gorge on this seasonal feast. Hopping along seeing who can get closest to the blades.
The early bird catches the worm
BUT
The smart bird follows the plough and feasts.
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By Gerry Temple
The sharp frost last night will be his signal to start.
The roar of the ancient engine kicking into life as the blades polished by the earth glint as they struggle to adjust to the light having spent all summer buries in the back of the barn.
The birds start to sing at the sound every slice into the beige bearded ground will uncover more chocolate fudge peaty earth full of creepy crawlies hiding from the light.
The birds will make short work of them as they gorge on this seasonal feast. Hopping along seeing who can get closest to the blades.
The early bird catches the worm
BUT
The smart bird follows the plough and feasts.
http://img405.imageshack.us/img405/8347/2112071co1.jpg
By Gerry Temple