yfnsp's blog Profile | Galleries | Favorites | Fanbase | Clubs | Comments | Blog The Harvest (a poem) 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.     Posted on : Feb 8, 2022     Add Comment