Harvest Glory Poem by Joan Lewington

A HAPPY shout
Ends the strenuous day;
Shadows lengthen as
The monster machine
Goes on its way.
Golden grain is safe and sure..
The barn is full of
Good sweet hay.
Butterflies feasting off
Fallen apples spread
Their dainty wings;
The lonely ragged scarecrow
Arms dangling fixes his gaze
On the crimson sky.

Spring with posies,
Summer with roses
Are times of beauty
But golden wheat and maize
From fields amid sunburnt hills
Call us to Thanksgiving
For the bountiful earth.
In a world of turmoil,
God's loving kindness
In so many ways gives to each heart
A SONG OF PRAISE