Harvest Time

Harvest Time by Clara R. Bete

Jack Frost is dressing up the trees
In brown and red and yellow,
And all the fruit the year has brought
Is hanging ripe and mellow.

Come, children, to the harvest field
And gather in the treasures
Which Mother Earth is offering
In such abundant measures.

It is the joyous harvest time;
With grateful hands and willing,
We'll gather in the earth's rich fruits,
Spring's promises fulfilling.