Hard Work

by samuel   Apr 23, 2005


A spade is in my hand
Dirty spade in my hand
Dirty sandy spade
It is in my hand.

It is used for work
Hard work in the farm
Dreary straining work
It is done in the farm.

The sun will beat me
Harsh sunlight on my back
Terrifying rays beating staccato
They fall on my back.

I sweat in the face
Salty sweat from my face
Salty trickling sweat
It falls from my face.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Robie Lincer

    Nice but the sweat part was yuk!

  • 19 years ago

    by samuel

    Thank you , akshita; these days life has been dreary amd hard. I need your usual support - a paranoia is trying to close in on me and life is like farm work under the sun - hence the poem - where have you been?

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