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Harvest season

Here at the close of the day

Everyone comes to the hay

To dance and clap

To behold the golden wheat

And grains waiting for the whip

The fields are littered with baskets

Occasionally the clouds grumble

To remind the folk of the rainy season

And in the evening wind, baskets tumble

Exposing the grains to the swift wind

But the joy of all

Is the great bounty

For everyone, big and small

Did play a role: to bring it all in!