Golden light is turning grey,
Mists begin to rule the day.
Bare the trees, their branches lift;
Clouds of dead leaves earthward drift.
Through the field the farmer goes,
Seeds of ripened corn he sows;
Trusts the earth will hold it warm,
Shelter it from cold and harm.
For he knows, that warmth and light
Live there, hidden from our sight;
And beneath a sheltering wing,
Deep below, new life will spring!
Deep below, deep below, new life will spring!
Because we are unable to hold our usual Harvest Festival and St Michael play, the class has organised the collecting and giving of the harvest produce.
We have also discussed the original verses regarding the story of St Michael and his battle.
We have viewed several art works from medieval and renaissance times, depicting St Michael. We observed the use of imagery, the placement of his sword, and where in the art work the dragon was depicted.
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