A Working Man

I am a working man up from dawn to dusk. I till the fields to keep my family fed. The soil is not my right, but a gift to me. If I handle it with care, crops every year it rewards me. I am a working man and when my day is done, the warmth of my family fills the place I call home. Every morning I see the wonders of the rising sun and as night approaches, I watch the moon come up. My life is sometimes hard, but I know satisfaction of a job well done. It is our daily bread, where our money comes from. God blessed me with this land and I look after it for him. For I am a working man up from dawn to dusk. 26 November 2007