Poems From An Indiana Farm Summer A chariot of fire, sears across the sky. As the bird above, soars nearby. Rows of corn, acre upon acre. Stretch to the sky, to pray to their maker. Amidst a sea of yellow, the black crow song, Rings out to the universe, to which we all belong. With gratitude for another season. ABRAHAMIC (SPIRITUAL) JUDAISM- ONE PEOPLE WORLD UNITED

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