GASTON, SELINA HARVEST

HARVEST

I love to hear the reaper’s noise

Go clicking past the rill,

For then we know ‘tis harvest time,

In valley and in hill.

And the farmers now are busy,

Working hard their barns to fill. 

I love to see the little lark

Soar upward to the sky,

And send its carol down to say,

“You must no longer lie.

For the sun is shining brightly

Making corn like golden dye.”

 

Selina Gaston Age 11

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