My Farm Poem by James Osizimetor Inobemhe
My Farm
Come see my farm
The seeds you planted are grown
It is still my farm
You only had it to use not to own
I meant no harm
but you did me wrong
Tilled my heart with a rusted tongue
Cleared my flowers and planted thorns
Nevertheless, it is still my farm
My land, my farm
My hand, with all I can
Will stand and build a barn
For your harvest, and
You'll gather and take your plants
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