WHEAT AN’ BARLEY

Another tractor’s jus’ gone by,
A rea’ ole row that med;
A looded trailer tew, there be,
Wi’ barley, bor, fer beer, maybe,
Or wheat fer daily bread.

That don’t seem long ago, that
don’t,
Since we had diff’rent ways,
An’ stacks o’ corn stood in a row,
A-waitin’ t’be threshed, y’know,
Like in my younger days.

An’ yit, though things ha’ wholly
chaanged,
The haarvest, so that fare,
Ind up the saame, so we are fed
Wi’ wheat what maake ar daily
bread,
An’ barley fer ar beer.

THE OTHER HAARVEST

September morn, an’ a cule, clear
dawn,
Wi’ the sun a-shinin’ on fild an
laane;
An’ there on the hedge a haarvest
hang —
Blackberry time ha’ come again.

There they be, an’ they’re good
t’see,
Rich an’ black on the brambles
high,
An’ all around ’em the hedgerow
leaves
Show signs o’ chaange as the days
go by.

There’s sloes there tew, all wet wi’
the dew,
An’ crab-apples shine in the
Autumn sun,
An’ evrawhere in the countraside God’s gifts’re waitin’ fer evraone.

HAARVEST MUNE

There be the Haarvest mune ...
No waads caan’t really tell
How beautiful that look up there
on high.
Even the lovely stars
Tarn paale when that dew shine,
An’ brighten up the arth an’ sea
an’ sky.

There be the Haarvest mune ...
No artist couldn’t paint
A pitcher showin’ all the glory
there.
That seem the whole warld’s
baathed
In silver an’ in shaade;
No wind ... no sound . . . an’ I jus’
stand an’ stare.

HAARVEST HOOME

The cornfilds’re empty bar jus’ a
few baales, bor,
What wait for the trailer t’taake
’em away,
An’ all gathered in are the wheat
an’ the barley.
The laast lood o’ Haarvest they’a
caarted t’day.

Now down go the sun; see the gold
an’ the glory
Touchin’ the stubble as evenin’
draw in.
That seem like the ind of a
wonderful story,
But when one story’s inded,
another begin.

Wheat an’ Barley, The Other Haarvest, Haarvest Mune and Haarvest Hoome, Copyright © John Kett