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Posted by MFish

Plow the land,
create the furrow;
making lines straight;
straight as an arrow.
Make the rows broad,
the right size to walk.
Visit your neighbor
about crops; you talk.
Till the good earth,
which is God's plan.
Provide the World food,
the way you can.

A Comment by Loy

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Loy • 08/27/2021 at 01:19PM • Like Profile

Nice poem. Such hard work, and heartbreaking during drought conditions.