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Rice paddy wakes up ready to be planted.
Where are those lazy farmers?
Snicker laughs.  Nothing lazy about them.
They are the most cheerful workers she knows
She feels swampy today, colder than usual

The plow is heading her way, 
She can see it a bit past the tiered fields
Golden streams snaking through tall verdant grasses
She waves, but pointed bamboo hat man does not see

He is getting older, slower, 
He does not bend as long over her as he used to
Gets more angry about the menacing rats too
Losing his grip in some ways

She learned that her sake is a hit in the west
No surprise to her.
Japan, Hanoi and Vietnam love it, don’t they?
She has heard old coolie brag about her rice, more than any other paddy.

Rice Paddy watches him turn the plow over to his son
Son is lazy. Should be getting plow himself. Spends too much time over nothing.
How will she fare when Old Man Farmer is no longer of this world?
She bows to him as he enters her waters, knowing she will miss him terribly.

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