Old Lady Farmer Poem by Edgar Eslit

Old Lady Farmer



Scrapped the moistened clay with her handmade bolo
Dug a medium whole for two with her tireless arms
While setting the healthy seedlings with a smile
Her being patient, humble and old a lady
Bore the passion of a lone bread winner
To a growing family of eight
With banana leaves on her hand

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