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| Virgo by Sid Dickens |
Who grows the crops
Or moves the stars
Across the starry skies
Oh Maecenas, you need not worry
He also thought
To marry the pruned elm tree
With the wild green vine,
Thankfully, gave us wine
He that cares what oxen need
Insures new seed each year
And gave us time enough
To enjoy our simple lives
Oh Maecenas, worry not
Just pray to God
While you watch the cattle
And nod your head in sleep
Under a sturdy oak tree
For, he above tends the bees
So, too He gave us honey
To sweeten our lives a bit
O bright September morning light,
This thought
Comes to me
When Virgo rises in the sky
Ergo, said Vergil
In Autumn
When His work is done
There's time to have some fun
Loosely based on Vergil's Georgics, The Introduction.
Quid faciat laetas segetes,
quo sidere terram vertere,
Maecenas,
ulmisque adiungere vitis conveniat,
quae cura boum,
qui cultus habendo sit pecori,
apibus quanta experientia parcis,
hinc canere incipiam.
Vos, o clarissima mundi lumina,
labentem caelo quae ducitis annum,
