Bringing in the Sheaves

blackbird harvest

 

Sing a song of harvest,

A sheaf of golden rye;

Four and twenty blackbirds

Taking to the sky.

Sing a song of plenty,

Of food that’s gathered in;

Heralding the season

That stores so much within.

 

 

Little Sunset on the Prairie

Little sunset on the prairie

marks a rest for all the weary

farmers; scent of barley hangs

where combines left the straw with bangs.