Harvest
Summer is done
Twas so much fun
The crops grew and grew
All the summer through
Now fall is in the air
The harvest is upon us
Reaping and picking are done with great care
And thus
Our larders are stocked
Locked and blocked
Now let us praise our Lord
For all the bounty stored
In our barns
On our farms
© Phil Renaud 2016
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