Judith Kempis

Rookie - 0 Points (january 04,1983 / dulag, leyte)

My Father Is A Farmer - Poem by Judith Kempis

My father wakes up every dawn
Prepare himself and go before the sun is shown
With his carabao bringing stuff for noon
Cultivating land till afternoon.

My father is a villager and a farmer
Doesn't have normal job compare to other
He loves his land and gets old in there
Planting crops, vegetables and herbs everywhere.

My father's income is only by farming
It is our source of food and for living
He sells crops and the rest just reserving
In times of difficulties, we don't ask neighbouring.

My father though just a farmer
I am proud for him as his daughter
He spends time cultivating for our future
Finished our education is his big honor.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 4, 2011


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