Songs Of A Farmer Poem by shotayo kehinde
Songs Of A Farmer
Farming, the primary occupation of our land;
The first occupation God ordained man to do;
With it we survive, without it we die;
In farming is my pride;
For if there is no farming; there will be famine.
The soil has my riches in it;
I will fight it with all my tools;
I will suffer it with manure to get my riches quickly;
And wet it always when the rain refuses to help me out;
I will compel it to hearken to the voice of my hoe;
When enemies compete with my riches;
I will fight them to the very end;
Then, I will wait till the day;
I can hold a sickle for harvesting
A good start with a nice poem, Shotayo. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
when you till the ground for you, your family and the nation to survive you have become a provider because that is what farmers do.
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5/4/2024 4:43:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
In farming is my pride; For if there is no farming; there will be famine. The soil has my riches in it; I will fight it with all my tools; I will suffer it with manure to get my riches quickly; yes the farmers are the real life blood of the nation....... you have written a fine poem praising them dear poet. tony