Gordon Jerome


Harvest - Poem by Gordon Jerome

The wheat waves goodbye
As the sunflowers sigh
And the corn looks dried out and old
With the geese overhead
Just like them we all dread
The coming of the season’s brisk cold
We busily harvest the fields
For their most bountiful yields
While mom cans what her garden did bring
Soon the north wind will blow
And bring the seasons first snow
As we prepare for the planting next spring
The worn plow needs a blade
And other repairs to be made
If were lucky they’ll be done come the thaw
Then with the planting all in
We will hope once again
For the greatest harvest that we ever saw.
“closing thought”
Someone once said you reap what you sew
Lets all plant acceptance and just let it grow


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 8, 2010



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