As the evening falls
And the returning birds
Look at us suspiciously
Me and my father
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Its a lovely down to earth...pun intended....poem. Its hard farming but there is something satisfying talking to the soil. Last 3 years here in Zim its ben droight after drought due to global warming but we dont give up.
We eat the rice gruel With chili and onion.... happiness even in little. So well you have painted a farmer's life. Very true and very real. Thank-you for bringing this truth.