Now the fruit has fallen
Rotting on the ground
Seeds a generation
Wanting to be found
Pick the ripe and red one
See if it be sweet
That’s the only measure
One that we will keep
Still the bitter lemon
Has a place I fear
Mixed with sweet and flour
Gives a taste so dear
Now the book is growing
Recipes so clear
With a pinch of loving
Gets us through the year
Winter tho’ be coming
And the field be frost
Still the lowly tubers
Never see us lost
Water, pot and fire
Earth be one of those
Keep us from desire
Keeps away the crows
Now the earth be melting
Through the mud and slosh
Tiny leaves are peeking
Fearful of the frost
Some will grow as mighty
Some will stay below
All will give their bounty
Never wanting owes
Never wanting payment
Never asking why
Only to be growing
Reaching for the sky
Till the season’s harvest
Beauty is its sign
Dressed in red and yellow
Speaks that it is kind
Now you have more measures
Sweetness is just one
Even now the bitter
Stirred until it’s done
See the feast has started
Shout into the field
Everyone’s invited
If our “No” will yield.
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