Rich By My Treasures of Fruit
I am a farmer, in green valleys housed,
Rich by my treasures of fruit,
In this long orchard to joy I’m aroused—
A bonny gay daily pursuit.
The fruits of the earth in abundance displayed,
Apples dressed up in green clothes,
Yielding a harvest in hope undismayed,
Spheres luscious red like the rose.
Sweet to the sight and more sweet to the lips,
Bounteous orchards in bloom,
Grapes set espalliered, wine in long sips,
Woven in love on God’s loom.
Pears in abundance with cider the boon,
The pommelier gay to make drink,
Harvest through day till the rise of the moon,
The rouge of dusk pretty in pink.
Cherry tree baubles in jasper-red globes,
Tart, with a zest for the tongue,
Trees decorated in heavenly robes,
Harvest songs heartily sung!
Blackberries picked from the old thorny hedge,
Jams sweet with sugar prepared,
Scones and fresh bread, smelling sweet on the ledge,
With generosity shared.
Mandarin flavour and citrus delight,
Orange and lemon for sweets,
Pastries and cakes, tangy bliss every bite,
Temptation so strong in such treats!
Strawberries picked from the valley by day,
Precious as jewels on my plate,
Here in the farm house is where I will stay,
The harvest is nigh and can’t wait!
Seasons keep turning, the soft heaven burning,
Under a smouldering sun,
For the sweet riches of harvest I’m yearning,
I’ll rest when my fruit is all won.
ADL
adamdaniel 