Sickle tools done their jobs
Farmers gathered their crops
Between fields and laithe
Foraging continued though late.
Day in, day out... they sowed...
Bounty harvest for tomorrow.
Skin scorched under sun’s rays
Weary at the end of each day...
Cracked feet and mudded soles
Hunched down... oh, bleary souls!
Day in, day out... they sowed...
Bounty harvest for tomorrow.
Robert L. Martin
9aWhere would we be without farmers?
Mr Moonlight
9aSpot on!
Imrogue
8aThanks for reading !