FarmingA Poem by SamanthaUp before the sun The work is never done Hauling hay, laying straw Back breaking work that makes hands raw Mending fence, feeding grain Hoping the hours of work aren’t in vain The answer comes with one simple expression A look of appreciation in an animal's eyes can teach endless lessons © 2010 SamanthaReviews
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