harvest rhyme

come from your kitchens,

abandon the clay,

idle your tractors –

it’s harvest day

the corn’s high and golden,

a bounty for all,

bid farewell to summer -

and welcome to fall

we’ve furrowed and planted

we watered and prayed

we weeded and tended

and thirsted for shade

all summer we labored

in heat and in dust

no rest for the weary

we do what we must

so gather, you neighbors;

break bread all around

in feasting together

we’re growing a town

tomorrow the fields

will be wanting the plow

tomorrow’s tomorrow –

it’s harvest time now!

Rich Follett, September 2021