Hard Work Poem by samuel nze
Hard Work
A spade is in my hand
Dirty spade in my hand
Dirty sandy spade
It is in my hand.
It is used for work
Hard work in the farm
Dreary straining work
It is done in the farm.
The sun will beat me
Harsh sunlight on my back
Terrifying rays beating staccato
They fall on my back.
I sweat in the face
Salty sweat from my face
Salty trickling sweat
It falls from my face.
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