The Harvest

Posted: April 20, 2015 in life, poetry, Renaissance
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Harvet

The Harvest

Under the sun, there is nothing new

A time for everything

Each field planted, then the harvest

For Thanksgiving and the winter’s need

Each one born, then a death

Taken up for a greater feast

Banqueting now with the King

Our dad planted and harvested

He was born and now has passed

Let’s celebrate his feast in heaven

And prepare to join him with joy

Each in our own time

Ripe and ready for harvest

~ by Sue DeSha

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