idris
03-22-2007, 06:19 PM
Autumn came, at last,
After a too-hot summer,
Now wrapped in a shroud of mist:
Act now, for the time is ripe!
Dig that garden bed,
While the earth is soft and moist;
Prepare it for the next season,
And you may have a harvest.
Food on the table
Is born in an earthy bed.
Work! But do not kill yourself.
There is time enough for death
After a too-hot summer,
Now wrapped in a shroud of mist:
Act now, for the time is ripe!
Dig that garden bed,
While the earth is soft and moist;
Prepare it for the next season,
And you may have a harvest.
Food on the table
Is born in an earthy bed.
Work! But do not kill yourself.
There is time enough for death