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Harvest Ode

November 9, 2011
Tom Baideme
By Tom Baideme

September 2010

I can’t believe the weather change

From sweating in the 80s

In need of tees and shorts

To sporting hat and coat

And you can tell it’s harvest time

‘Cause it always seems the rain begins

Every time the grapes get ripe

And you have to get them off the vine

Already see the trucks with tote

Catch the smell of grapes as they go by

Filled with a variety of early vines

Soon to fill with Concord bulk

Traveling to the plant of choice

To weigh and test the contents there

Paid by just how sweet it is

Adds up with every box and ton

They say it’s not a vintage crop

Though the weather has been superb

Made for better than average tons

Though some have not seen better years

So I’ll end on this writ on harvest

Of the changes in the waning light

As the days of harvest begin

And the harvesters that work all night


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