How long will they keep bustin' my chops? All of 'em busybodies-watchdogs- n' cops Plowin' for the wicked- who keep reapin' my crops Princesses wishin' to interweave on their cruise Hibernation-toleration-hoistin' banner ambiguously Delineation-intimidation-boastin' in prosperity Stupification-incineration-roastin' in certainty Dissin' to believe-spoutin' whatever Tares blowin' in my eyes- in these harvester blues So how can the bride's embroidery remain in line? When I stand with 7/8th wrench in hand- overseas made requires millimeters to monkey with this broken combine N' four angels holdin' back the winds Yet the east keeps messin' up Nebraskan corn rows 'Cause the east wind suppin' up the sand OPEC cards holdin' from Abraham's blessin' But still causin' frustration from our teeny weeny craniums to our fungus embedded swollen toes So ya can settle in between- or meddle with a quarrel not yours like grabbin' a strange dog by the ears or mind your own strength n' fears like Ruth on the fringes of the fields glean Call off the calvary 'cause they're imputin' the power n' might to themselves All the good stuff not at eye level but piled on top shelves N' stock boy out back of store moonlightin' n' barterin' So don't have to look that hard n' see the battalion 'cause thousand more than a legion of the National Guard broodin' on the rabble rousing mob convergin' on Washington So through the seven thunders I trust n' lean my ear to hear the angel prompt The One Who sits with the sharp sickle on the cloud-thrust! for the harvest is ripe gather the clusters into Your Winepress don't look to the right or the left 'n fall for the hype of powerless gods invented in their own distress Cornerstone the builders rejected unravel Your Plumbline down to the cylinder of the yarn ending this period of betrothal for the bride has made herself ready to be teamed to the year of Your redeemed So gather the outcasts n' the distant isles into Your barn No other credit than Your Bloodlettin' You've done with Your outstretched Arm You planned well before the ark was loaded with beasts in twos N' the kicker may be surprisin' news at the chaff You don't laugh Yes showers of blessings but amid the deluge is still a colossal tear- in Your Harvester blues. 1-25-2017 Duncan R. M. Ferguson