The Harvest (Quatrain)

September brings a final burst of sun The harvest is in stacked in barn or shed Mice feed fat faces before they go to bed Or play in the barn to have some fun Cattle are still in the field grazing Calves suckling to get their fill The twilight evening all calm and still Stars coming out truly amazing Sheep huddle together in the night Keeping warm in the chilly night air Over a Welsh landscape kind and fair When dawn breaks in soft glorious light Wisps of grey smoke stirs from a farmhouse Men with flat caps emerge from their sleep The cold of the dawn makes their eyes weep Enter the barn where scurries a mouse The day starts as it always had done Cattle on the hill calves at their side Sheep in the field roaming far and wide And mice in the barn all having fun Nature is a wonderful charmer We can do without most things in life But it would indeed be full of strife As we can’t do without a farmer