FOSTORIA, Wood County —
The Harvest Song...
written and produced by Lou hebert
It's that time of year again..when dust and heat rise in the air
float above these fields of gold....
where another harvest is taking hold....
It's a rite of summer, the farmers know,
to ride these ripened waves
row by row
on a field of promise
where they've made life grow..
In the wind the field waltzes, sometimes laugh
As churning steel make clouds of chaff
A Black Swamp bounty...from these ancient seeds
that spring from the sod
there's a world they feed
It's July again, time to gather the grain
With machine and men,
before the rain...hope to get it all.
Watch the sky, and know that nature makes the call
It's that time of year, the waiting's done
The reapers' blades flash in the sun
mow it now, while heads are still dry
the John Deere hums
The swallows cry,
the sun beats down on brows of sweat
from heavy toil, and anxious debt..
The patient wait of winter
yields now to summer's haste
gather the feast,
leave nothing to waste
Lessons long learned from father's toil
souls with sickles still walk the soil
from hard work, and hard hands
That paint the colors on the land
A perennial drama on a stage of gold
from roadside seats it all unfolds
Easy to see, hard to refrain
from harvesting the beauty
from these fields of grain.