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Full Circle



Oh, transitoriness of fall

The circle is complete

That which started from a bud

Drops down around our feet

The kernel planted carefully

Has reached its full potential

Through searing waves of wilting heat

And scattered rains torrential

Picked and plucked and packed away

Provides us farm to table

Fruits of labour consumed with joy

Whenever we are able

Our larders full and burst each year

Such sheer prosperity

How can we thank enough the work

Of farmer, plant and bee?

We must always appreciate

The core, the spark, the seed

For every bite, consumed with zeal

That wholly meets our need

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