Merry Peasant Poem by Charles WOO

The sun is setting at the tree-top like a red mirror.
Farmer will go home with the hoe on his shoulder.
Birds fly to their nests and dogs bark at passing people.
Frogs sing with the music from the distant temple.
His son greets him at the door and his wife wipes his sweat.
They then sit together as supper has been set.
It is a joy to be peasant leading a simple life.
He drinks without worries because he has a good wife.

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