Poem: The farmer's boy

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So I'm back with my poetry , since I had posted a writeup I felt it should be okay to post poetry. 

Some background for this piece: One sunny morning, I was sitting by the fields and it just occurred to me that I've never really shed any light on the workers of this domain.

 I had initially thought it to be a little tacky, but to my surprise, it was quite simple as if it had been there for a long time, and that I had always been writing about it. Rereading this now reminds me of "Amal unbound" a book I read a long time ago about a farmer's girl and her passion for reading and teaching, maybe somewhere I was inspired by that idea too. I'm personally very grateful that it tuned out to be so perfect:

 You see that skinny boy walking amongst the fields

Bending down every now and then, sowing the seeds

The summer sun shines, hot on his face

The winter wind slaps him, right in the face

But he never stops, takes a day off

Sowing the seeds today

Shooing off the birds the other day

Cutting the fields now

Clearing the land then

He comes to me every day

And sits by my side

Watches me read my books

And write down on the side

I teach him some words

And he runs off

Repeating them again and again

And accustoms himself to his old job

The job for which he doesn't get any pay

But he has to carry on

Or the things won't be the same way


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