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
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