Hold Fast You Bent and Loaded Boughs

Hold fast you bent and loaded boughs

As winds, the seas, so perilous, arouse

My time, money, and hard-earned sweat

Lie patient within the crop you’ve set

Well watered, fed, tended, and sprayed

Your verdant leaves ‘til frost won’t fade

Hold fast you bent and loaded boughs

For time is creeping, yet winds arouse

Your crop is filling, the promise there

No season like this to yet compare

Your trunk is steady, your wood is sound

Your roots deeply anchored in fertile ground

Hold fast you bent and loaded boughs

Hold fast ‘til harvest, in time allows

9-2-2011

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