To the North
Harvest of Flames: A Poetic Journey through Canefields and Burning Waters
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To the north are the canefields, seas of waving green
To the north lies vast canefields, expanses of green crops
And then the fires come, and burn the water
Then fires emerge, burning the water, creating a captivating spectacle
It's a sight to be seen
This phenomenon is a remarkable and unforgettable sight
The men in slouch hats reap the harvest
Men wearing slouch hats gather the harvest
Brown sticks they place in cages
They place the harvested crops, resembling brown sticks, in cages
And then the trains hiss, they carry bounty
Trains emit a hissing sound as they transport the bountiful harvest
From the furnace to the mill
The bounty is carried from the furnace to the mill
Stick men silhouettes bend against the flame,
Silhouettes of stick men bend against the flame and shout amidst the crackle crunch
Shout above the crackle crunch.
This describes a scene where workers are actively engaged in the fiery process
Watch as the ground spits at the sky
Observe as the ground ejects material towards the sky
A yellow-orange spit from a mouth that will never die
A yellow-orange substance is expelled, symbolizing a persistent force
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