A poem about a farm labourer who has had a lifetime working on the farm.
The Farm Labourer
I’ve toiled each day on Meadow farm,
Keeping the fowl from vixen’s harm.
Repairing the fence, so cattle won’t stray,
Scything the fields, and gathering hay.
For when the days are wet and cold,
The lamb needs taking to the fold.
My chores they never seem to end,
Still many things that I must mend.
I started here at break of dawn,
The hours seem many, since early morn.
I’ve worked my life, as man and boy,
In days of sadness, grief and joy.
For I am just an old man now,
To weak to tend the sheep or cow.
I’ll toil as long as my heart will beat,
When my time doth end, I’ll rest my feet.
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