If I Was a Farmer
If I was a farmer,
I’d cherish what we’d achieved
Throughout ten thousand years
Towns, cities built on our sweat
Civilisation itself conceived
Yet fertile ground for ill thought fears.
Bite Size Poem no.39 Poetry Contest
Copyright © Mark Woods | Year Posted 2022
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