Tune: Wir Pflugen
('We plough the fields and scatter')
Matthew 13 v.24-30
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The kingdom of heaven be
Like to a man who, see
Sowed good seed in his field, then
While men did sleep, was when
Enemy came and sowed weeds
Among the wheat, the deeds
He did, then went on his way
Undiscovered that day
Chorus
Wheat, weeds, together grown
'Til harvest, this be known
Then weeds burnt up, wheat gathered in
All free from sin
But when the wheat's blade did spring
Was revealed everything
Wheat brought forth its fruit, each ear
In fullness did appear
Then did appear weeds also
They with the wheat did grow
Servant said to the sower
How these grow? Do you know? - Chorus
Sower said, An enemy
Has done this, so it be
Servants said, Shall we gather weeds?
They of no useful needs
Sower said, No, not yet, lest
While you gather, the best
The wheat you may uproot too
And damage to crops do - Chorus
Let both grow to the harvest
And then view good, the best
The reapers shall gather first
The weeds, the bad, the worst
Shall bind them in bundles to
Burn, this be their end true
But wheat gathered in barn, for
It safe for evermore - Chorus
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Author:
orchidee (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A Harvest hymn-poem. Verses: 7.6.7.6. Chorus: 6.6.8.4.
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Harvest Hymn by John Betjeman.
We spray the fields and scatter
The poison on the ground
So that no wicked wild flowers
Upon our farm be found.
We like whatever helps us
To line our purse with pence;
The twenty-four-hour broiler-house
And neat electric fence.
All concrete sheds around us
And Jaguars in the yard,
The telly lounge and deep-freeze
Are ours from working hard.
We fire the fields for harvest,
The hedges swell the flame,
The oak trees and the cottages
From which our fathers came.
We give no compensation,
The earth is ours today,
And if we lose on arable,
The bungalows will pay.
All concrete sheds around us
And Jaguars in the yard
The telly lounge and deep freeze
Are ours from working hard.
Thanks Gold.
Awesome Andy
I lost all track of time ... is it that time of year already.. nice 🙂
Thanks Neville. Yes, it seems to range from early September to mid-October in different churches! You harvesting there?!
everyone is harvesting here Steven ... if they aint pickling or smoking, then they are drying and salting and fermenting ... whole villages are at it as I type ... the winters can be very harsh indeed and nowt is ever wasted ...
Nice - I'm pickling - or am I pickled? hic! lol.
I'm blowed if I know ..... dunno
I'll have my daily bread , with a little weed on the side! Oh you weren't talking that kinda weed ! Lol just being silly!
Thanks R. lol.
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