Clay Nofer


Out In The Fields - Poem by Clay Nofer

On the hottest day of the summer,
And in the midway through July,
You will find me out in the fields.
Working up a sweat, and I would be bailing all by myself.
This seems to happen to me every year,
Because nobody in my family likes to work,
But not me I love to work hard because it’s what makes my money.
So if you happen to go past Gelnmore,
You will see me out in the fields working all by myself.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 26, 2010



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