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At the End of Each Long Day

All day working hard and toil
as a farmer turning sod and soil
tending to Mother Earth's spoors.

Sometimes on tractors driving
all my plantings are reviving
water they be hurting for.

Rain thought the grace of God
falling down nourishing my sod
thus a living I will make.

At the end of each long day
home I come the night to stay
in my hammock by the lake.

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  • Riftkin gold member
    August 25, 2007

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    This is great and I can the farmer turning the sod, praying for the rain and then rest head in the hammock.

    Thank you my friend for a great poem to read.

    Riftkin