Fall harvest and canning.

Fall Harvest

The reaper's joy is now complete

The harvest bounty, oh so sweet,

The canning's done by setting sun

It's time to count our blessings son

Soon birds will sing their farewell song

Days will be short, nights too long

Saddest of all the leaves will fall

Yet we can count our blessings of fall

For in the barn hay is stacked

And in barrels, apples are packed

There's logs for the fire before we retire

We have so many blessings totally entire

In the basement, the walls are lined,

With jars of food, most every kind,

We won't fear when winter's here

God's given us blessings preciously dear.

~ Meshelle Brown ~
Copyright © 2009
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[ By: Meshelle Brown, Copyright © 2009 ( mishabrown@localnet.com ) -- submitted by: Meshelle Brown ]

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