Poetry at FH

Sunday 29 October, 8 pm, in the Great Chamber

"Your hay it is mow’d, and your corn it is reap’d;

Your barns will be full, and your hovels heap’d;

Come, boys, come; come, girls, come;

And merrily roar out Harvest Home."

John Dryden

The brevity of verse, the freedom from usual form, allows poetry to express truths and feelings like nothing else. Poetry may not yet be our thing but within its beauty there is a whole world to discover. Bring along a poem you have either composed, or a poet’s work you wish to share, on the theme of harvest. We shall gather around the fire in the Great Chamber. Arrive via the Library or ring on the doorbell of Fisher House.