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A farmer alone in his work enters his field stopping so often to hold the grain seeing the tall blades swaying calves swinging their tails weather beaten horses trotting there is a cold wind that chills him he thinks of his father battling the seasons surviving the times his strength is grand the farmer thinks and wishes for that strength |
i thought it was alright. it didn't really flow well cause the different lengths of lines and no rhyming and diff # of syllables. the content was good...i understood what you meant and such. it didn't have too much feeling..i couldn't feel bad or good or anything for the farmer you know? i just was kinda like wow that's an interesting point of view.| Posted on 2005-12-16 00:00:00 | by beth freese | [ Reply to This ] | |