stuck weather pattern only brings more rain
while farmers ripe to harvest feel the strain
soybeans swell fat, cornstalks rot wet
without a crop, families grow debt
we hope and pray for sun to shine again!
(oh no, could that be snow?!)
Linking to dVerse poets’ pub where Frank is toasting iambic pentameter…
a poem in my pocket 
Oct 14, 2018 @ 16:37:18
The problem of being a farmer, at natures mercy.
Oct 14, 2018 @ 16:55:02
so true…
Oct 13, 2018 @ 16:22:08
May the sun shine on this harvest.
Oct 13, 2018 @ 20:49:12
Yes, thank you, Frank.
Oct 13, 2018 @ 14:19:27
Nice poem! I’m sure the farmers in my area can relate!
Oct 13, 2018 @ 15:06:19
Thanks for your comment, John 🙂
Oct 13, 2018 @ 15:17:05
No problem, thank you for writing such a nice poem 🙂