A farmer
waits for the rains to come
So that he
can make a purposeful sum
Giving his
fields the second Stirring
Immediately
before he sows for the spring
Slowly the
rains come in pouring showers
The field
becomes muddy and full of wild flowers
With no
machines or tools in hand
Softly he
descends on the hill of sand
To save the
crop he has a mission
With friends
and relatives he starts runcation
By the sun
set he is smiling again
Sure to sell the crop and reap the gain
:-) DKB

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