Farmers: Our Treasure Trove
In the long day he sweats in the heat
Gathering watering unswerving
From morning till evening he labours
The space he counts is a vale to rest
Unfailing cathedral solacing
The tender nap reaping some harvest
Their lives are hard in debt or scant sale
Homongous despondent revolting
They demand wee pleasures to sustain
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