The Harvest

"Some reap what they do not sow."

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The farmhands come and one by one,
They plow her furrow, plant their seed.
My work begins when down’s the sun,
When I return to do my deed.

It’s I who always left her fallow,
Reliant on the hired hands.
For me the work is reap and swallow
Others’ seed at her command.

Published 11 months ago

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