bonifacio alba

Rookie - 65 Points (February 18,1952 / Baybay, Leyte)

A Farm Not My Own - Poem by bonifacio alba

Tilling a farm not my farm
Have many things undone
Has no complete control
-To safeguard the area.
The plants grew but eaten
-By astray goats around.
Felt discourage and deserted
The garden I once cultivate.
But now no more vegetables
-Every now and then to reap.
I came back and till again
Even with the troubles it brings.
My only prayer to the owner
To secure their goats away
So that I can still harvest
-The output of my farm
which is not my farm.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 15, 2012

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