The Harvest 17/03/2017 by adeeyoyo 2 Comments Post No. 964 14 March 2017 The Harvest . Blood of my blood, Bone of my bones, Land of rock And land of stones, Withered and weathered Where nothing grows And mankind reaps All that he sows. . Copyright: Denise G Allen, 14.03.2017 14:32 Advertisements Rate this:Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailPrintLinkedInGooglePocketLike this:Like Loading... Related Author: adeeyoyo I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people!