My Abundant Harvest

I’m back where my roots run deeper

Than even I could know;

The friendships that I make in youth

Still continue to grow.

The soil is rich, my crop is strong

And new plants fill my field.

They mingle with my strong, old crop;

A rich harvest to yield.

I always try to tend my crop

With extra love and care;

And I get back more than I give

Because my crop is there.

So let my roots spread deep again

Within that treasured soil.

Where friendships burst abundantly

And bloom with love not toil.