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Harvest Feast Image Prompt Contest 2023
For this contest there are two finalists,
Please read the poems below and clink the link to vote for the poem you like best.
The Family Holiday Table
By: Paleoray
While turkeys are roasting
With stuffing within;
There’s dining room magic
Outside the kitchen.
A table is set there
With linens and lace;
And all of the silver
Is polished and placed.
The centerpiece features
A dazzling display
Of lovely red coneflowers
In wondrous array.
Each setting has name card
In front of each plate;
And all of the crystal
Has wine glass for mate.
The napkins are silken
In rings with a fold;
Where each band is sterling,
With rims that are gold.
The candles are garnished
With pumpkins and pine;
While each sits near grapes
That are picked from a vine.
The trivets are laid out
For birds and the beans;
As dishes are brought out
With yams and some greens.
The pies are on sideboards -
Both pumpkin and spice;
And rolls are in baskets
With linen so nice.
The turkeys are ready -
The candles are lit;
The fire in the fireplace
Warms room up a bit.
Then all become seated,
While each bows their head;
As host says a prayer,
And the blessing is said.
Hooam Harvest - Early 19th Century
By: Alex Tanner
The corn was crowned with flowers,
The supper all was spread
On tables rough that filled the barn,
All round was beer in kegs.
The harvest safely gathered,
The puncheon was all supped,
The labourers was gathered:
Carters, Shepherds, and such.
The Blacksmith and the Carpenters,
Apprentice boys as well,
All who had helped with the harvest
Were welcome, the throng to swell.
The farmers wife was busy
Helped by many hands,
To set the harvest supper:
Beef, Mutton, Plum Pudding, Ham.
The company soon was seated
With master at the fore
To carve the mighty vittals,
To feed the ravenous hord.
Then came the jugs of stingo,
Pipes, Tobacco, Grog;
They then took turns in singing,
Some worse than masters dogs.
'Lumps o' Pudden', The Spotted Cow',
'Will the Weaver' and more,
'The Maiden's Complaint', they all rang out,
And the roof raised with the roar.
As the moon rose over cowshed
Each wended home to bed,
A harvest safely gathered;
Thank the Lord for giving bread.