Rich Harvest, for dVerse Poets, Oct 2, 2024

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Rich Harvest

The night that we brought in the wheat,
our weeks of labor now complete,
we raised our voices, beat our feet,
and in that stifling prairie heat,
weary and arm-sore, yet replete
with satisfaction for jobs well-done
earned in the dust and chaff and sun,
we ceased our labors and had some fun.

Hank gave the prim schoolteacher a treat
by lifting her from her safe seat
to move her to the fiddler’s beat.
Soon, her hairpins met defeat,
her wild hair anything but neat,
and Hank was heard to woo the miss
and then to plant a tender kiss.
She remembers all of this

now that their family’s complete
with Rita, Sarah, and little Pete.
Now every harvest, when you greet
each townsperson you chance to meet,
chances are they will repeat
how Hank brought in the wheat that year
and afterwards, conquered his fear
and dared to call the school marm, “dear.”

The dVerse Poets prompts today are harvest and haunting–to use one or both as our theme in a poem. It is a bit early in the month for “haunting,” so I’m sticking to the harvest theme. To read other poems written to these themes go HERE.

18 thoughts on “Rich Harvest, for dVerse Poets, Oct 2, 2024”

  1. Unknown's avatarAnonymous

    This poem is so much fun to read. Bravo.

    My favourite lines:

    “Soon, her hairpins met defeat,
    her wild hair anything but neat,”

    much♡love

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  2. kim881's avatarkim881

    This is such a heart-warming poem, Judy. I love the description of the satisfying work of bringing in the wheat, and the sweet love story born from one particular harvest. I especially enjoyed this description of the ‘school marm’ at the harvest dance:

    ‘Soon, her hairpins met defeat,
    her wild hair anything but neat’.

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