Wednesday, November 26, 2008

A Thanksgiving Song, a Gardener's Harvest Poem

Summer is gone,
Autumn is here; 
This is the harvest 
For all the year. 

Corn in the crib, 
Oats in the bin, 
Wheat is all threshed, 
Barley drawn in. 

Apples are barreled, 
Nuts laid to dry; 
Frost in the garden 
Winter is nigh. 

Father in heaven, 
Thank thee for all, 
Winter and springtime, 
Summer and fall. 

By Lydia Avery Coonley 

1 comment:

Ilona said...

A lovely Thanksgiving thought... invokes an earlier time and connects us with a time when we were closer to the earth than now. Grateful to God for another season!


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