The Curious Farmer Poem by Harrison Korir

The sun awakes, he's on his way,
To fields where emerald sprouts hold sway.
With boots of leather, worn and brown,
He walks his land, his treasured town.
Each blade of grass, a story told,
Of dreams he plants, more dear than gold.
He scans the earth, a hopeful gaze,
Through misty dawns and golden hazes.

He whistles tunes to budding maize,
And murmurs soft through leafy maze.
A gentle touch, a whispered word,
To every beast, both seen and heard.
His creatures know his kindly hand,
The happiest souls in all the land.
His watchful eye, a constant guide,
With joy and purpose, side by side.

His loyal donkey, patient, stout,
Knows well the farmer's coming out.
With gentle nicker, soft and low,
He greets the man he's come to know.
They share a bond, a silent pact,
On fertile soil, their futures tracked.
No greater treasure, he can find,
Than loyal beasts, of loving kind.

And when the moon begins to gleam,
He leaves his farm, a happy dream.
He trusts the night, the stars above,
To guard his works, with gentle love.
For in his heart, a steady beat,
Assures him all will be complete.
His optimistic spirit flies,
Beneath the vast and hopeful skies.