<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=370983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet- The Farmer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Despite all progress, Science has made today, <br>The Indian farmers tills the field old style; <br>And threshes sheaves to sort the grain from hay; <br>Returning late with bullocks, walking miles! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The scorching Sun can’t tan his skin much more; <br>The pouring rain destroys the crops, he raised; <br>The mighty winds can’t make his eyes more sore; <br>By end of day, he looks tired and dazed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rodents, birds play havoc in his field; <br>The insects eat the sprouting grain and leaves; <br>The manure-costs affects his yearly yield; <br>And all he makes is thinner, smaller sheaves.<br> <br> And middle-men ruin the sum he makes; <br> He feeds others but keeps just cow-dung cakes!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Celes">John Celes</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=370983" data-title="Sonnet- The Farmer de John Celes" data-description="Despite all progress, Science has made today, The Indian farmers tills the field old style; And threshes sheaves to sort the grain from hay; Returning late with bullocks, walking miles! The scorching Sun can’t tan his skin much more; The p..."></div> </div> </div>

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