spear-crowned

Updated: June 20, 2025

At length, in early June, the great grain-fields of Diarbekir, Farkin, and Harpoot valleys, planted the year before, grew golden and bowed their heavy spear-crowned heads in waiting for the sickle. But no sickles were there, no scythes, not even knives.

Clara Barton - A Story of the Red Cross: Glimpses of Field Work