The Sower Poem by JOBY JOHN

The Sower



Walking, walking through the field
Here one sower lingers still
Ruddy sunlight painted sky
For me, he is in my heart.
What my breakfast from his sweat
No one knows how he worked hard.
Sprouted grains will smile at him
When he goes for scything fast

Monday, November 30, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: dedication,food
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