The Harvest Song

I wrote my poem last night for Brian Strand's competition a hymn of praise for Harvest and just saw today that I got the date wrong and that it is already judged. Anyway now that I have written it , here it goes: Let us sing a sweet song, a song that's of praise For our crops to be ripened and harvesting days For the fruits of the soil, for barley and wheat Maize, oats and corn, that our children will eat For the evening sun on the newly mown hay For the farmer still working in the dusk of the day For the apples and pears still ripe on the trees For the fill of the honey pot, the toil of the bees Blackberry picking, will uplift our song Tasting juices of autumn we'll all sing along Let us sing at crescendo for the fruits of the vine The lush of the grapes, the full bodied wine When the harvest is done, our glasses we'll raise And thank mother earth who deserves so much praise.