Two-Lane Road Ode

Yes, dear friends, that time of year, 
Harvest season is truly here.

Roads to travel require certain skill, 
Weaving around mating season roadkill.
Farmers moving giant bales of hay,
Slow my progress on the way.
Harvesters are hogging most of the road
Having obviously reaped many a load.
Semi trucks loaded with golden grain,
Rule the movements in this domain.
But the lone farmer on his ATV
Knows how to operate in this flurry.

While travel speed may be diminished
I’m rather sad when I have finished.
The beauty of the farmer’s labors,
The helping hand of other neighbors,
The autumn hues blanketing the land,
All reminders of the Master’s hand. 

If you ever find the need for some reflection, 
Drive a two-lane road in any direction.