HARVEST
The sun has barely risen,
The day is still brand new,
But there is movement in the vines,
We have a job to do.
There’s people of all ages,
Who’ve come from far and wide,
Everyone has gathered,
To get the crop inside.
With picking snips in one hand,
And a bucket in the other,
They work with their partners,
And I work with my brother.
There’s smiling sweaty faces,
With sticky juice and mess
And dust that coats our socks and boots,
But no one could care less.
We slowly fill our buckets,
We search for every bunch,
Then relief spreads through the picking gang,
When someone calls out ‘lunch!’
Once the bins are full of fruit,
And we have reached our goals,
We know the job is finally done,
When away the tractor rolls.
Satisfaction on our faces,
My parents share a beer,
We praise a successful harvest,
And look forward to next year.
The good times that we had today,
Out amongst the vines,
I promise and I swear it too,
To keep those memories mine.
By Indi Noon, published in our newsletter, 2018.