Written by Emily Harstone | October 4, 2016
Summer,fall-the sky tells all.
The corn farmer hears mysterious voices.
And always the twain shall meet.
The promise land at sunset whispered.
Suddenly the wind spoke of dreams…..
Skies bathe the valley in mist
It was out there all along!
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Summer,fall-the sky tells all.
The corn farmer hears mysterious voices.
And always the twain shall meet.
The promise land at sunset whispered.
Suddenly the wind spoke of dreams…..
Skies bathe the valley in mist
It was out there all along!