hilly hard packed ground
a sound
they whom where young
did the work of the man.
Hard wrought was there cause
the land needed the work
of a plow.
Honoarbly father discharged
in after life there though
had to go on.
All lives are different to there core
what else would one ask
yet of them moore.
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