Open Field
Gaze upon an open field, recalling days of great toil
It’s bounty. Then yields
Looking upon my aging hands. Memories of lessons carved a boy to a man
Mistakes, there were many. Regrets, just a few.
I leave behind my open field. For the next generation to do as they will
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