The Harvest Song
I wrote my poem last night for Brian Strand's competition a hymn of praise for Harvest and
just saw today that I got the date wrong and that it is already judged. Anyway now that I
have written it , here it goes:
Let us sing a sweet song, a song that's of praise
For our crops to be ripened and harvesting days
For the fruits of the soil, for barley and wheat
Maize, oats and corn, that our children will eat
For the evening sun on the newly mown hay
For the farmer still working in the dusk of the day
For the apples and pears still ripe on the trees
For the fill of the honey pot, the toil of the bees
Blackberry picking, will uplift our song
Tasting juices of autumn we'll all sing along
Let us sing at crescendo for the fruits of the vine
The lush of the grapes, the full bodied wine
When the harvest is done, our glasses we'll raise
And thank mother earth who deserves so much praise.
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