HARVEST IN USA IS CALLED THANKSGIVING ~ CELEBRATED IN NOVEMBER
Heap high the Farmers Wintry hoard ~ High heap the golden CORN
No richer gift has Autumn poured from out her lavish HORN !
WE better love the hardy gift our gold wheat fields bestow
To cheer us when the storm shall drift our harvest fields with SNOW !
WE sowed the seed o*er hill & plain beneath the Sun of May
And frightened from our sprouting grain marauding Birds away !
All through the long bright days of June its leaves grow green & fair
And waved in hot Midsummers noon its soft & yellow hair !
And now with Autumns moonlit eves ~ its Harvest time has come
We separate the Ear from stalk and bear the Harvest home !
There richer than the fabled gift ~ Apollo showered of old
Fair hands the ripened grain shall sift ~ and kneed its meal of GOLD !
Thanks for visiting ~ comments welcome ~ Angela & Brian ๐งก๐๐งก
This Poem is based on a HYMN by John Greenleaf Whittier ~ OK