John F. McCullagh

Bronze Star - 2,122 Points (09/28/1954 / Flushing)

Harvest Home - Poem by John F. McCullagh

The corn is crowned with flowers
as harvest's end draw near.
Men and Women, Lads and maids
all raise a rousing cheer.
Pile high the wagon with the fruits
of Ceres Golden Horn.
The fortune of the fields is ours
for now is Harvest Home.

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The pagan Fall festival of our agrarian ancestors

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 19, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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