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Harvest Service – Poem

This is one of a series of poems, written by my Grandmother, that represent a portrait of her childhood in Thomas Hardy’s Wessex, places and people she loved who are, for the most part, no longer with us. She dedicates each and every poem to her daughters, and has kindly given me permission to share them with you all, enjoy…

 

Harvest Service

Welcoming us, the rector said,

“I wish that we could see you here

More often than just once a year, at harvest.”

 

Avoiding his eyes, we looked around

At the results of a year’s work

Piled high above the altar. The best

 

Of all that we had worked for

Throughout a lonely year – fruit and

Vegetables, and a tall ladder, which

 

Entwined with flowers and greenery,

Reached up the wall and raised our eyes

To where the autumn sunlight cast a rich

 

Jewelled pattern through the old stained-glass.

I wondered why we’d come that day.

Were our motives truly estimable –

 

And were we thinking of Our Lord

Or did a memory stir, deep down

Of Gods more ancient and implacable?

 

© Dorothy Davis-Sellick 1998 onwards

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