Harvest Festival Poems


Here are some Harvest Festival Poems from around the world, where there are celebrations held when the crops come in and harvests are bountiful.
These are free for your non commercial use.



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Harvest Festival Poems


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We give thanks this day for all and sundry
Who play a part in our food supply;
We take it for granted many a time
As we don't ask all the hows and why.

The biggest Thank you of all
Goes to our God above;
He has given us everything
And chosen it all with love.
Maggie-May

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We celebrate the harvest time with much ado
Eating and merriment for all of us;
Thanking our God for the food we have
For survival, many olives to press.

Wherever we are on this planet so blue
How it looks from the heavens above;
Abundance and our freedom
Sent to us with love.

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Music and romance alongside each other
Celebrations held all around;
Many things that we harvest
An abundance I've found.

For some it will be flowers
And the perfume that they bring;
For others it will be the wheat
So that they can gain the grain.

It could be hops now there's a thought
Whatever would we do;
If beer wasn't on our menu
I'm glad they thought of it-aren't you?

Apples pears and grapes as well
With cider and our wine;
Our celebrations would not be the same
Nor would our wine and dine.

Sugar sweet and sugar beet
Are in almost everything;
They flavour and sweeten
Improvement of the taste they bring.

Cocoa beans are highly prized
They are worth every penny;
This world without chocolate
I wouldn't want any!

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Harvest Festival Poems


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Rice is a staple for most of us alive
It also becomes a wine;
There are many in the Far East
Who reckon it's quite divine.

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Potatoes too turn into Poteen
There are hearty breads, ale and mead;
Celebrations throughout the season
Many different doughs to knead.

For centuries past life is enjoyed
When the earth shares her wares with us;
We're glad we're alive and full of spirit
Time to say "Thank you" we're truly blessed!

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Pie-eating contests and cranberry bogs
Belong to some I know;
Strolling musicians that sing a gay song
Whilst praising God all aglow.

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With huge hearts of gratefulness
The choice is superb;
There is nothing left to ever want
With honour we would reverb.

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