Question

corn is ready for the harvest poem​

Answer 1

Answer:

The year has turned its circle,

The seasons come and go.

The harvest all is gathered in

And chilly north winds blow.

Orchards have shared their treasures,

The fields, their yellow grain,

So open wide the doorway—

Thanksgiving comes again

Explanation:

or

Amber and blue, the smoke behind the hill,

Where in the glow fades out the morning star,

Curtains the autumn cornfield, sloped afar,

And strikes an acrid savour on the chill.

The hilltop fence shines saffron o'er the still

Unbending ranks of bunched and bleaching corn,

And every pallid stalk is crisp with morn,

Crisp with the silver autumn morns distil.