Harvest Time

Here's another poem by our brother Prince Jamart. This one's to commerate the special occasion of our yearly Harvest and Thanksgiving Festival that we had yesterday. Have a look at the photos from the event.

Harvest Time

Now the time of planting is over and done

And the maturity of the fields has finally come.

Sweet araomatic aroma fills our lungs

Saying orchard fruits need picking now.

The once green corn fields are golden brown

They greet harvester engines with a big welcome.

The wet paddy fields are like parched desert land

With labourers ready with a scythe in their hands.

The lush greenery of the vast wheat fields

Looks like the Sahara desert has taken its place.

As the silos and garner get a spring clean

The baker's face no more looks mean.

The spuds are matured and ready to reap

And the chip pan waiting to take some heat.

With nets mended, boats took to the seas

To take from the oceans a little bounty.

The cotton fields are white and ready to pick

And labourers hastily filler their baskets.

The looms are turning as the yarn is spun

While dressmakers and tailors cut and stich

As the yield are tallied and the quote surpassed

Husbandmen joyfully chat and laugh.

Gleaners came and they too can smile

They too can eat freely for a little while

For us today all eyes can see

the fruits brought in to the Sanctuary.

A thanksgiving unto God the Almighty

Who made all these things possible for everybody.

Mr Prince Jamart