HARVEST TIME.
HARVEST TIME ONCE MORE IS HERE,
SOME IN POD AND SOME IN EAR;
SOME IN GROUND AND SOME IN TREE,
GLORIOUS FLOWERS HELPED BY THE BEE.
THE COMBINE IS SILENT, ASLEEP IN THE BARN,
CATTLE ARE LOWING DOWN ON THE FARM;
THE COWMAN, NO THREE-LEGGED STOOL ANYMORE,
JUST A BULK TANK STANDING DOWN ON THE FLOOR.
THE SHEPHERD, NO MORE WITH HIS SHEEP IN THE FOLD,
THEY GRAZE THE GREEN PASTURES OUT IN THE COLD.
THE CARTER, NO LONGER HIS HORSES WE SEE,
BUT MAN ON HIS TRACTOR RUSHING HOME FOR HIS TEA.
THOUGH TIMES ARE FAST CHANGING
AND LIFE SEEMS SO FAST,
THE BIRDS ARE STILL SINGING
THEIR PLEASURE TO CAST.
LEAVES ARE ALL FALLING FROM HEDGE AND FROM TREE,
BUZZING HAS STOPPED FROM HORNET AND BEE.
THE SPIRE AND THE STEEPLE LOOK OVER FIELD SO BARE,
GOLDEN CORN WAVES UNDER GOD’S LOVING CARE.
A RABBIT SCAMPERS TO HIS BURROW
OVER RIDGE AND DOWN THE FURROW.
HEDGEHOG SLEEPS TILL SPRING HE WAKES
SLY OLD FOX HIS PREY HE TAKES.
LET’S NOT FORGET THE HARVEST STORE
WHEN COLD WINDS BLOW AND FROST IS RAW
THE LORD SUPPLIES OUR EVERY NEED
NOT ONLY DOES OUR BODY FEED.
BUT GIVES US SIGHT AND SOUND AND TOUCH
WHY DON’T WE LOVE HIM TWICE AS MUCH?
