Farmers Poem
Farmers are our armors against hunger,
People who collect veggies and fruits, Not people who are posh or dress in suits.
We use them to our advantage And don't consider their heritage.
Farmers are our singers of nature, People who are underpaid, They are the people who should have a parade.
They pick our every grain, With dedication, sweat, and pain.
Farmers, we picture them as...
Saturday 27th March 2021 9:01 pm
The Shed
Hanging in the shed
Are four dead pheasants and a woodcock
On a makeshift table
Some half-eaten sandwiches and a thermos
A drab green waterproof
Hangs on a nail above some boots and drips
The man sits talking to a friend
And rubbing his damp hair with an old towel
Outside dogs are sniffing around the cars
Ignoring the rain one man is hunched over his ...
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