The Farmer's Morn…

on the track of morning bird yolk on shoulder whistled on untilled his field, he'd left a third by dusk t'wd be over and done Well-timed woke to them honk passing lined like timeless geese deep he puffed on bubbly song made his heart bloom and please urged the lowing pair on beam at nature's growing prize gleaming in the rising dawn spreading green and its size held up hands to thank his lord teary smile for HIS helping hand untying drops from life's cord breathed life in parched land original saadat tahir Vintage, from files.