David Harris

Silver Star - 3,137 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

A Working Man - Poem by David Harris

I am a working man
up from dawn to dusk.
I till the fields to keep my family fed.
The soil is not my right,
but a gift to me.
If I handle it with care,
crops every year it rewards me.

I am a working man
and when my day is done,
the warmth of my family
fills the place I call home.
Every morning I see
the wonders of the rising sun
and as night approaches,
I watch the moon come up.

My life is sometimes hard,
but I know satisfaction of a job well done.
It is our daily bread,
where our money comes from.
God blessed me with this land
and I look after it for him.
For I am a working man
up from dawn to dusk.

26 November 2007

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  • Rookie Andrew mark Wilkinson (11/26/2007 5:22:00 PM)

    A farmers life is not for me, too much like hard work to me...10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 26, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 26, 2011

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