He spoke of harvest, pointed to the field Where shocks of corn stood boldly in the sun. The earth was kind to give such lavish yield. Against the barn were pumpkins piled, each one A golden promise. Peppers strung and dried Were red as flame. He took a farmer's pride In heavy apple trees. He knew the soil. How well it paid him for a summer's toil! He spoke of harvest time. She smiled and yet She hardly heard him. She was gazing where The children played, a frolicking quartet Of curls and rompers, and a grateful prayer Came to her heart. She saw the meaning of The harvest, felt the strength of boundless love, Of answered faith. Four children hard at play -- She smiled and brushed a happy tear away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DARWINISM by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON TO W. HOHENZOLLERN: A PLEA by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE TELLTALE by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN TARQUIN AND THE AUGUR by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN SONNET AGAINST THE DISPRAYSERS OF POETRIE by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE HULDRA-WOMAN by STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE |