A Yellow Yield
Tiredless toils a farmer wields
to overcrowd his fallow fields.
His seeds did snug the ground,
and rodents ran arround;
in harvest came a yellow yield.
Category B: Serious.
Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2013
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