Final Harvest

Final Harvest by Barbara W. Weber

He was bound to the land

from the day of his birth

His roots anchored deep

in the fertile earth

Nurtured, sustained,

by the soil he grew

And his life, like his furrows,

ran straight and true.

In faith, each spring,

he planted the seeds

In hope, to reap his family’s needs

With patience, he waited

for the harvest to come

To gather the fruits

of his labor home.

Ever turning seasons,

the years sped past

Till the final harvest came at last

Then claimed anew

by beloved sod

He was gathered

home to be with God.


Dean has been gone two years, but he is missed by his family as if it was yesterday. Yesterday, by the way, would have been his sixty sixth birthday. A son of the soil, he has left a legacy of all of his good traits, with a little bit of his signature sarcasm, in each of his children and I know how very proud he is of all three of them. And so, on we march…

The holidays are coming. My insides run a-muck right now because I won’t be here to put up and enjoy my decorations when I usually do, and yet, not decorating seems – awful! Such a silly thing to let bother me, and yet we do that so often, let insignificant things bother us. Why is taking a breath and letting things go so difficult?


About Barbara K Tyner

A graduate of UCCS with a degree in English Lit., Barbara writes Children's Literature as well as mainstream fiction. Her popular children's series, The Badger Books, is co-authored with Barbara's daughter, Laura. Her first novel, "Wait Here, Wait There" deals with grief and Alzheimer's. Her second novel, Rhyaden, a middle grade fantasy released Nov. 2018. Gardening, exploring National Parks, Kayaking, hiking, and snow-shoeing top her list of favorite hobbies.
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2 Responses to Final Harvest

  1. sustanemike says:

    I agree! So eloquent.

  2. Oh, that we could all refine memory and truth into such remembered gold. What a stellar piece of writing.

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