Give me 10 acres and a tractor, A bag of seeds and no master. Unbound and unleashed, that's the life for me. Unlikely as it may seem, it could be done most diligently. So if it seems you've not seen me, it's quite likely that's where I'll be. Search to find and go to seek, around the mountains and past the creek. Say a prayer for the meek, words of love are all I speak.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem. Comfort of society have pulled us more and more into life that feels chained and subjugated.