Farming

by Aaron Deevers   Sep 11, 2007


Work from dusk till dawn
Not a break in between
Sweat pours from my face
How much more can I take

Plowing up dust
Planting down food
Giving the world it's best
Yet the job is not done

From feeding cattle
To scooping manure
Bruises from cow kicks
To stench of cow crap

A hard working farmer
Yet not paid enough
Nor recognized enough
America depends on farmers
We the farmers are the heart of world

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  • 16 years ago

    by Cassie Amy

    I really liked this poem...
    You write very well and you make a not so interesting topic rather eye catching :)