Original Poems

Dreams of Our Forebears – Farming

No visions of a world that’s fed,
No scientific marvel:
No path to grander, finer things
Of silk or gold or marble,

Just having someplace they can work
And try to be together,
And fight against the evil ones:
Mortality

And weather

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