Harvest (Poem)
T’was a week before harvest when all through the land,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a lamb.
The farmers were praying, on their knees, in their lairs,
In the hope that a crop, soon would be there.
The seeds were all planted, watered and sown,
While the vision of a harvest in their minds was grown.
The farmers with the oxen, ploughing the field,
Put their hope in producing a vast crop yield.
Then out on the earth the rain did pour,
The grains would then grow ten times more.
And then to the pastures the workers went,
They gathered the harvest that God had sent.
The farmers were thankful and praised His name,
And all through the land the people did the same.
“Hallelujah, Hallelujah” they said,
“Thank you Lord, for like the birds of the sky we’ve also been provided for and fed!”
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This time of year and especially in this climate the Foodbank appeal for provisions and donations. They offer and provide food donations, vouchers and other advice to those in need.
“As a nation, we know it isn’t right that anyone should be left hungry or living in extreme poverty. But whilst we work for long-term change, our network of food banks provides emergency food and compassionate, dignified support to people locked in crisis.”
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Ah that’s lovely
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So creative! I love this!
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This is precious. What a great take on the “The Night Before Christmas.” So clever
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Love this!
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Great idea and a wonderful post.
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Are we able to use this poem or is it copyrighted? Who wrote the poem so credit can be given to the poet?
Thank you for reaching out and requesting to use this. It was myself and yes you may. Many blessings ☺️