Farmers Saga Poem by Antony Glaser

Farmers Saga

Theres a mile to go
Said the Grower to Glower
A farmers job never ends
Negativity is bad
stiff figures from toil
Unwrap your plans
to touch the earth
and see the birth
it fills the air
The song of a farmer
crimson sunset
its worth starting young
by the hawthorn bush

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