Year's End Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

YEAR'S END
This is really a song, sang to 'Wabash Cannonball'


As now the year is ending
The harvest gathered in
The roots put in the cellar
The apples in the bin.

The corn is drying quickly
In the crib for us to feed
And save the very best of it
For next years planting seed.

The canning jars are scalded
And the larder standing full.
The cane has yielded sugar
And the Taffys' there to pull.

Neat stockings on the mantle
To be filled on Christmas Eve
With presents underneath the tree
For the children to receive.

The year is ending grandly
As we remember why we're here
And give thanks to the Father
For another blessed year.........


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt

Ms. Caroline


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