During late August the Harvest Moon, big and red. Tells the farmer the
all is ready. Lush reward for all of their hard work. Soon comes the years of drought and the once proud farm is abandoned. The vestige left cluttered with rusted tractors. Stop dead in the dry barren fields.
Man leaves his foot print for all to see and weep. Who will grow the wheat to feed the world?
once lush farm did grow
now remains a empty field
will the rain come soon.