The final day of harvest came early this morn
as the dew dried on the leafy vines.
Plump pumpkins plunked, long after the corn,
with gourds of squash lookin' mighty fine.
The crisp fall air yielding to warmth this day,
soothing the family gathering all that is last.
Ma helping Suzy, Pa's reins tight on the bays,
I toss up an orange orb, little Billie having a blast.
Sister Bertie's pumpkin, close to her chest,
bends her backward, heavier than most.
Our harvest complete - knowing we are blest,
we'll say a prayer and give God a toast.
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