Two reapers walked out into the field,

where wheat, yellow and tall, stretched high

and gave it’s worship to the wind and sun

leaning and bowing.

Side by side, the reapers did hew

to the left and the right; each together

strong arms, swift swing of sickle, high to low

sharp and as round as the setting sun.

The rising harvest moon rose and approved

smiling down upon the lovers

who victorious fell into each other’s arms

leaning and bowing.