Dennis Spilchuk Poet Idyll (Idyl)

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Harvest Bounty

Harvest Bounty

Season of harvest, horn of plenty;
Tiller of soil reaping the fields:
Grains and legumes, hay and vegetables,
Fruits and plants, and gourd family genuses;
Filling silos, barns, pantries, and cellars.

Grapes abound, on vines climbing trellises,
And plump, red tomatoes dangle from stakes,
While apples grapple to keep from falling,
And livestock fatten on pastoral grasses.
Reaper of fields to feed the many.

Crops quenched by rains and meandering streams
Are ripened under the inexhaustible sun
And spring forth produce abundance in season.
Cornucopia spilling over with autumn goodness.

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Darlene De Beaulieu October 9, 2021 at 12:03 PM Hello Denis Spilchuk, yes this is the time of year the fields have the harvest of plenty. enjoy your day my friend. Darlene De Beaulieu October 10, 2021 at 11:49 AM Hello Denis it is a lovely way to say thank you to the farmer's Yes sadly the family farms are fading away. Take Care. Dennis Spilchuk October 10, 2021 at 8:18 AM Just my way of saying thank you to the farmers. Sadly, the family farm is fading away. Thanks for commenting, take care.