Amber arms swaying, waving in the breeze
Their beconning motion is almost like a tease
Planted with care this crop is something to behold
The acres upon acres, a vision rather bold
A flourish of golden brown reflected
Invites your heart just as expected
The noon day sun, up above, shining bright
Showers them in bright brilliant light
Glowing golden ripples flow across this land
The farmer brushes them with the palm of his hand
And down his cheek rolls a single tear
For he knows with wheat you can make beer
