Farm's Life

When grass converse with soil
In the silence of evening dew
Farmer returns home from his toil
To sleep, perhaps hour or two
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It is a harsh life tilling the land
From morning until night
Planting seeds with rugged hands
Hoping for the rain to come in sight
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Thinks the bald eagle, in the heat of summer day
Sitting on branches of a dead tree
Hard life should be if I say
Rooted in land and being free
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When water converse with riverbed
In the valley of thousand rocks
Farmer’s kids are hungry and unfed
Meager and bony his live stocks
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When morning star vanishes in mouth of day
And sun spreads her wing over farm
Farmer’s daughter looking for hay
So their cow comes to no harm
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When winter brings chills and cold
And land and trees covered with snow and ice
Farmer worries what winter hold?
Or will last his grain and rice