<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=371410" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet: Harvest-time</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Summer, farmers scythe the harvest fast; <br>Their weary frames from morn till eve stay bent; <br>The produce sheaved is dried in fields so vast; <br>The air with songs of joy from heart is rent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The scorching Sun doesn't bother their tanned skin; <br>Despite their speed, their work is ne’er over; <br>All hands labour, young, old, both kith and kin, <br>For golden harvest, thanking Lord- Giver.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The reapers everywhere must work quite hard; <br>There is no time to eat or drink water! <br>Their sweat-drenched land has yielded them reward; <br>The struggle involved ain't a great matter.<br> Each morn they stand and pray to Sun- their God, <br> Without which, there's no food, peasant, landlord.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Celes">John Celes</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=371410" data-title="Sonnet: Harvest-time de John Celes" data-description="In Summer, farmers scythe the harvest fast; Their weary frames from morn till eve stay bent; The produce sheaved is dried in fields so vast; The air with songs of joy from heart is rent. The scorching Sun doesn't bother their tanned skin; Des..."></div> </div> </div>

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