I traveled along the winding river's edge
as the harvest moon rose on the horizon.
Pumpkins lay scattered throughout the field
just waiting to be sold by the dozen.
Another spring and summer had flown by
allowing me to see many of my desires.
There had been just enough water for the crops
released from the surrounding reservoirs.
So many people depend upon a merciful,
bountiful, ongoing harvest.
It's during this season of the year when
we appreciate our farmers the most.
So look to the heavens and offer praise to God
for His wondrous complete cycles.
Dirt, air, water, oxygen, light, seeds and plants
are just some of His creative miracles.
Dispense knowledge to your children and students
of the One who does impart.
Trace your many blessings to the source
as thanksgiving flows from your heart.
Happy Reading in Poetry's Presence.
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