Dusty road,
The snobbish men avoided it,
But the poor farmer knew it,
He was the man of dust,
So he accepted it gleefully,
The dust too did not deprive him,
It embraced the wretched farmer affectionately,
Every particle of dust seemed like the little portion of gold to him.
The dust too did not deprive him, It embraced the wretched farmer affectionately, Every particle of dust seemed like the little portion of gold to him. Attitude and how we take everything in life. beautiful presentation with a moral tone. tony
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An interesting poem with a meaningful message. Farming is one of the noblest professions. A farmer uses dust as part of the soil he tills to produce the food put on our table. To him, every particle of soil is.like gold. A well thought write.