Labor on the Vegetable Farm

The zucchi's struggle through the fields
they pick the few
the zucchini harvest yields.

They endure the hottest heat
for in the field
black plastic they meet

Now they'll throw melons in the hot sun
watch you head
be attentive till we're done.

The melons are of the sweetest kind
on breaks the workers
they may dine.

Fiestas we have on weekends
old movies, food, and friends
all tired, its hard to stay up till the movie's end.

Natures Orchestra

The trees whisper in the wind
their bark is healthy and brown'd
The birds chirp in the trees
their happy resound.

Nature plays its quiet melody
Storms rumble in the west
like a snarling felidae.

A lightning bolt hits the ground,
barb wire snaps in two,
The Angus cattle run away.
They will not go through
The flames that lick the sky.

A New Rhythm

College started and I was afraid.
It is a whole different world,
a lot of friends I have made.
All summer I hit the grindstone
studious in my room all alone
Essay after essay
I struggled like dog with bone
two classes I passed with flying colors
however math I skewed
I hope next semester
that class I can elude.