Last night the full moon was shining...a perfect night to stroll with Tuck before summoning the angels on my pillows. But unlike previous nights, no silence could be heard; instead the bog was a beehive of activity as Dominic and his brothers were working against time to finish harvesting the wet-picked berries. Through the night I heard the engines of the pump house flooding the cranberry bogs. This morning when I arose, the bogs were a sea of red and the men tired from a labor that had no end in sight.


Roar of engines
through the night
voices of tired workers
in the wind
Sunrise brings harvest
To those offering thanks.



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(Innisfree?? I am ready to fly with you, anyday :) Been my fav place for years! )
guana Chris Jerri for stopping by the bogs at dawn.
Guyana Deb and faith....amazing the pictures I find in my pajamas at dawn and unlike yesterday, my battery was charged. No pictures of yesterday's wedding....boo-hoo!
Guyana Nana...the poem just came...I don't know from where?
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Thanks Ron B. for stopping by.
Lisa, I bow to you too. Thank you for being so kind.
Thanks for reminding us of the hard and exhausting work our farmers do, all so we can enjoy the fruits - literally - of their labor.
I can't wait for Thanksgiving. I will think of you when I eat cranberries.