GRANDDADS GLORIOUS HARVEST

As late summer

Heads towards the autumn

Great industry is evident

In the golden fields

As the tireless farmers

Gather in nature’s bounty

And come days end

The weary labourers

Tread across the fields

Once full of waving corn

The fields now adorned

With flaxen structures

These sons of the soil

Look upon the scene

With pride and relief

Pride in a job well done

And relief at finishing

While the good weather held

They head towards the village

With heads held high

And parched throats

Soon to be quenched

The entire village joins them 

To celebrate the gathering

Raising a glass or two

Laughter resounding

As they watch the setting sun