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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem