RED gold of pools,
Sunset furrows six oclock,
And the farmer done in the fields
And the cows in the barns with bulging udders.
Take the cows and the farmer,
Take the barns and bulging udders.
Leave the red gold of pools
And sunset furrows six oclock.
The farmers wife is singing.
The farmers boy is whistling.
I wash my hands in red gold of pools.
Harvest Sunset
written byCarl Sandburg
© Carl Sandburg