Harvest Poem by Roger Snow

Been said, , ,
When the High Moon is
in that October sky

and the Harvest breeze
has set low across your eyes

The Merry Pranksters come
out to play
and all the shadows of life
seem to just fade
Fade away

well when they pull
that Truck wagon round

and piles high that
Harvest at Noon
time has come child
to don those costumes
play out our dreams
and dance unto that Harvest Moon

Feast from love comes pouring down
and hearts are filled with the seeds
of life
as a sack is with Feather down

Soft, , and comfort like sighs of Wine

Ah when that Moon climbs on High
we can dance child
we can sing
unto the time
when Angels to us
come on the Fly

Surely
we've the Blessings
we've the hearts
we've the Music
and the play
in so many parts
we become characters
of imaginings
some so sweet, , ,
we lay down in dew
and sleep like babes
dreaming reassuring
us, , that all we are
is so heavenly Blessed ~~~ End