The combine roars like
A non-stop corn eating monster.
The grain flows into the tank
Like a yellow river.
The warm fall air smells
Like corndust and beauty mixed together.
Being behind the monster is
Like a dust storm from heaven.
The tractor hauling the heavy load
is like a slow race car screaming into the night.
The elevator, looking like a lit-up corn palace
Races my excitement, as I screech my brakes up to the scale.
The loud trip home is like a kid coming from a candy store.
With a check in my hand, and the steering wheel in the other,
I start out for home once more, only to
let the wind blow me up there again.