Harvest
Eagerly awaits the harvest,
A tradition bound by custom,
Cherished by grandmother,
Instilling a custom
to be followed.
Each corn is his treasure,
The persona reaps with happiness
And worshipful approach,
Dedicates the harvest to grandma,
Children and grand children ,
all sit by fire and celebrate
the read and with
merry songs
and mirth never to be compared;
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