.Half way through the wheat, my golden foe
With his itching ears in the scorching heat.
The weight of summer, torment to my hands
Armed with a sickle I am out for his beguiling glance.
Thought I heared a mare neighing from the creek
Where in every hour spared we anxiously would meet.
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