"Harvest" (Devon and Cornwall)

The smooth lift and flex
Of muscles… the sheen of sweat
Earning our daily bread

Blossom the cart-horse

Big as an icy mountain

Gentle as a lamb

Harvest ~ honest work

Feeding honest appetites

Winter's sustenance

Harvest Festival

An old sinner like me would sing

♫ Now all is safely gathered in ♫

After the harvest

Arms and back aching from toil

Still the cows to milk

One hundred cows wait

Outside the milking parlour door

I call them name by name

As the evening cools

Cattle share warmth and sweet breath

And milk for my tea

Words Copyright © Res JFB 12th September 2012