Farmers Yield Poem by Phil Soar

Farmers Yield



I took a walk in a farmers field
I placed my hand across the wheat
To see If I could tell his yield
Was better than it was last week
Although it's not my expertise
It's height had reached above my knees
And months from now he would be pleased
By the yield there was in this farmers field

Friday, September 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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