Harvesting

Put Youself In Their Shoes Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Eve Roper Placed 1st ______________________________________________________ It was late August, during summer break, We went to our grandma’s village called Snake. She had a small house beside a big lake; She was known to people as Mrs. Blake. She liked to live in the village alone; There she loved to live a life of her own. In her little field, corn seeds, she had sown; That time to its full size the crop had grown. Around the field, there was a mountain range… There we went for harvesting for a change, Not expecting anything in exchange. As we were novices the work looked strange! We worked since morning till evening untired; The art of harvesting we had acquired. Our work in the fields everyone admired; The children of the village got inspired. After the work, we returned from the field; People welcomed us with smiles unconcealed. And honored us by giving us a shield; To them our whereabouts grandma revealed. Picture: 3 Date of posting the poem: 8/16/2023