I picked a pretty fruit Which reminds me of you Grey eyes and elegant There are many fruits But you are just exotic A fine and pretty sight You are an amazing fruit Like the seed of Sunflower Sweet to keep my days light You have become my fruit The sunshine after darkness My best… Continue reading A Farmer’s Love song
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Happy New Year
Morning of 31 December: I helped process cassava harvested from our farm. You might notice I haven’t been regular since new year’s eve. It’s part of my duty to work in the farm when I travel home. Processing cassava is a hectic task and I tend to sleep off each night without writing or reading.… Continue reading Happy New Year
The path to Harvest
Joy is the fruit blossomed in the heart of the farmer His smiles are meshed with the days toil and sweat Patches of brown earth possess a part of his tired face On his shoulders he carries a huge basket with some tools And now it is harvest time… Now the fields are ripe,… Continue reading The path to Harvest
I just picked a fruit
Beautiful. Reminds me of you
Grey eyes and elegant
There are many fruits
But this one is purely exotic
A fine and pretty sight
You are an amazing fruit
Like the yellow Sunflower
You, my boring days light
You have become my fruit
The sunshine after my dark
My friend; humble and sweet
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The days work is done
The farmer return with smiles
The mother hold the little one
And welcome him who labor
The infant grips the fathers arm
Afraid not to let go
A lullaby from this voice he waits for
“All is well”
A tale of farmlore
The strength of the farmer
Gone beyond the hills
With might and courage
To the great virgin forests
And when the setting sun
Come sinking to her slumber
The farmers hat appears far off
Waving to the onlookers
As he march home with smiles
Love, hope and food
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When summers come around
The flowers bloom, red, pink
The clouds are proud with mild sun
Joy gives hope, the bridges a link
The green fields grow
We see the farmers sow
The summer leaves, taking the hue
Blowing all a hearty kiss
As her cold monstrous nephew
Comes taking the once a bliss
The nights turn cruel
As we eat from a bowl
The white clouds wear a scorn
The trees still lay a friend
As the Earths whiteness is done
And hearts are torn and broken
The moon stays all night
But the morrow it was a blight
The hills covered with snow
The cold eats the flesh
Man and beast lay low
And strange concoctions meshed
A bird flies over the blue cloud
And a smile grows; proud
The Earth gets colder
Lost on her way home
She stays a stranger
Fearing all mans shouts and booms
Praying that a bird flew up the heights
To live solemnly up, up the skies
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What beautiful things a farmer can be
The late night he dreams of his cattle
The other days dream was for the pigs
And always the sweet music of the farm
Comes to him as an embrace
What beautiful things a shepherd can do
At the call of the Rooster, early morning
He, off his bed jumps scantily cladded
Rushing towards the browned farmstead
To his bleating sheep and chicken
Then to the doors, he gladly leans to open
Praying silently to the welfare of the flock
Denying his own comfort and warmth
Greeting the flock one after the other
While they all watch on excitedly
His hands are smeared with dust and soot
He minds not the awful smell
The day will be fast gone, spent unwisely
If the Cows are not fast milked
And the Chickens eggs taken to safety
The moonlights are like childrens firecrackers
The nights are filled with sweet memories
For I once a small poultry tender
Will always return to my beds warmth
A very good dream to gather
