When
thou cuttest down thine harvest in thine field,
Our neighbor Gene, played on a keyboard Songs of the 50's and 60's..he is famed, His baritone voice is fine tuned and trained To belt out every phrase and chord.
Gene, not only entertained us at the piano bar One of several gigs... from this local star; Three little pigs neath' the window.. not far Heard his grass rooted vocal notes While they routed for their oats!
When I peeked in another direction To my left.. I saw upon inspection Folk's wearing actor costumes As they pause to talk, and inhale Country scents of fresh hay bales And the exhaust of tractor fumes.
A lone observer with rapt curiousity, Decided to look thru' the window too, Live TV debates, air political diversity, He took time to see the outside view.
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