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.