<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535733" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Words Of A Dying Farmer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For W.C.F.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beat the fields in furrows home.<br>Hoe a row of young shoots of corn.<br>To be born anew push three fingers <br>into the ground. Drop, every other step, <br>three seeds, then five from the hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The earth's alive still with tender things. <br>Please god and sun the sky will not <br>harry boys home from school, <br>will not rule them as cruel fathers do, <br>their boiling fever for work till weary knees bow, <br>fingernails tearing on rocks lifted from <br>red rows behind a redder plow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now is the time to say I hated the work of fields, <br>and I am old. No more to fold the earth.<br>No more to pull stalks from frost<br>but to lift this last rock and hurry home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Warren+Falcon">Warren Falcon</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=535733" data-title="Words Of A Dying Farmer de Warren Falcon" data-description="For W.C.F. Beat the fields in furrows home. Hoe a row of young shoots of corn. To be born anew push three fingers into the ground. Drop, every other step, three seeds, then five from the hand. The earth's alive still with tender things. Pleas..."></div> </div> </div>

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