Classic Poem

The grains of corn were planted
Where plough and rake had been,
And soon, through brown earth pushing
The young green shoots were seen.

Cleared of weeds by harrow,
And watered by the rain,
Aided by the sunshine,
Appears the ripening grain.

The fields of bearded barley,
The graceful hanging oats,
And ears of wheat packed closely,
The cheerful reaper notes.

He sees the cornfields waving,
Yellow and ripe and strong,
And so, his heart rejoicing,
He sings his harvest song.