LYTCH GATE.
 
You that have Flown,
Muse on muse,
Clouds do fill,
Winsome,
Waning Sun,
Fades,
Friend,
Of  Harvest  Moon,
Berries ripen,
Full,
Now colour,
Paint,
Leaf on leaf,
Golden Brown,
Sheds,
Oh round ‘n’  face,
People’s pick,
Bringing in the Sheaves,
Bringing in the Sheaves,
Oh Celebrate,
Bread I’ll make,
For Chapel’s Alter Gate.
 
 
(Harvest Stratton.)