I adore the seasonal harvest
To our eyes it makes a feast
The sun rays make the golden corn
A delightful and lovely morn

The corn bends with the grain
In a soft flowing breeze and rain
And looks like a beautiful woman with  gold ear rings
My heart and soul naturally and delightfully sings

After the harvest women carry the mounds on their head
Like the angels in heaven beautifully and gracefully tread
When the corn is thrashed to the floors
It looks like a heap of golden pearls
What a joy to be a farmer!
And to behold nature’s graceful corner!