The year has turned its circle,
The seasons come and go.
The harvest all is gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.
Orchards have shared their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain,
So open wide the doorway --
Thanksgiving comes again! ---Old Rhyme.
The seasons come and go.
The harvest all is gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.
Orchards have shared their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain,
So open wide the doorway --
Thanksgiving comes again! ---Old Rhyme.
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2 comments:
seedtime and harvest shall not fail!
Yes, indeed, David. In fact, I have that verse as part of some earlier Biblical poetry, if you search by that tag or by seasons. God bless your Autumn!
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