The Farmer (triolet)

Posted: December 29, 2013 in Poetry, Triolet
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Sweat beads are mopped, from the farmer’s hot brow.

When ploughing his fields, when harvesting crops.

From planting his seed, to milking his cows.

Sweat beads are mopped, from the farmer’s hot brow.

His natural labours, instinctive know-how.

He gathers Earth’s bounties, to fill our shops.

Sweat beads are mopped, from the farmer’s hot brow.

When ploughing his fields, when harvesting crops.

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© Paul Nichol December 2013

Various poems can be found on my blog, please take a moment and explore.

Comments
  1. Chatty Owl says:

    I wonder if kids nowadays know where milk comes from. Or honey. Or how hens lay eggs. This greedy consumption is sad really.

    • Paul Nichol says:

      we live in a world of blind consumption and denied responsibility. We as a people are not interested in processes,we just interested in immediate but transitory satisfaction as long as it is at someone else’s expense. It is sad . However, I must add I do not live this way.

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