The pitter-patter of falling raindrops,

Harkens the arrival of a bounty.

The summer’s harvest of lush green crops,

In the plains of Somerset County.

 

The happy farmer’s cheerful jollity,

Well deserves a hearty celebration.

There is a place for joyous revelry,

That seemingly spreads across the nation.

 

Expectations once tempered in years past,

Can now give reign to a golden future.

Hope prevails for these good tidings to last,

What lies ahead may they always nurture.

 

May all their humble prayers never fail,

Happy circumstances always prevail.