The soil tilled, the field a churn
A farmer’s life, a constant learn
The sun rises, the day beguiled
The sweat upon the farmer, mild.
The seeds are planted in the ground
A hopeful heart, a blessed sound
The weeds, the pests, a constant threat
The farmer’s job, to protect the bet.
The rain comes, the sun beats down
The farmer watches, with a frown
The crops they grow, as nature intended
The harvest time, the farmer bended.
The fruits of labor, a precious sight
The work of the farmer, fills the delight
For his world regards the hard-working man
Providing nourishment to feed the land.
We honor the farmer, the backbone strong
Their tireless efforts, we raise in song
Without their sacrifice, we would be less
A life without them, a true mess.
So let us praise the farmer’s toil
Their honesty, their sweat and soil
For they bring life, a vital part
And to farmers, we give our heart.
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