The Golden Harvest - Couplet Form ~

Lord of the Locust eating our corn
Becomes obese he should not be born

Gold of our crops, the gold of our fruit
Locust singing and playing their flutes

Locust of our harvest, you waste not one grain
Striping the stems so nothing grows again

Lord of the Locust, you seem not to care
You land on everything without despair

Oh sender of rain, rainbow's casting their spell
Cleansing our furrows of Locust from hell

Bringing nourishment, to our fields of corn
Protecting stalks of life and their newborn

As life within life, receive blessings from thee
Protect our harvest setting our crops free

*Editor's Note:

The Couplet Form of poetry is rhyming stanzas made up of two lines. A pair of lines of a verse that form a unit. Some couplets rhyme aa, but this is not a requirement. 14 Lines


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