Bring in the harvest sheaves, and store <br />Them safely, on the barn's stone floor. <br />Let all who've worked to stack and bind, <br />On the farmhouse table, their cider, find. <br />They will heartily cheer the farmer's thanks, <br />Then get up to some quite jovial pranks, <br />While celebrating a long and hard day's reap, <br />Before falling soundly off to sleep. <br /> <br />The winter's grain is home and bound, <br />Taken with skill from the fertile ground. <br />And in time some new seeds will be sown, <br />As soon as the frost, snow and ice have flown. <br />The fields are left, just with rough stubble now, <br />Ready for furrows to be cut by the plough. <br />Next year these crops will grow once again, <br />Helped by the Lord, his sunbeams and rain.<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-seeds-will-be-sown/
