HARVEST
Now all our crops are in and larders full,
so we’re ready for wicked winter’s worst
when we face those freezing Arctic attacks.
We have in our store: dried fruits, roots and nuts
along with several sacks of grain to grind,
to make the flour to bake our daily bread.
We offer prayer to God and to Nature,
for fertile seed and soil and sun and rain.
The local farmers we thank for their work,
tilling the soil and tending to the fields.
Our harvest festival we can begin.
Now all our crops are in and larders full.
Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2024
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