Question

a beautiful poem on agriculture ​

Answer 1

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Answer 2

Back and forth,

Across the earth.

Planting the crops,

Never stops.

Mow and clear the land,

Then pick up all the rocks!

Plow up some more,

It never stops.

Milk the milk cows,

Every morning and every night.

You can never escape,

The daily dairy-farm’s work life.

From a very young age,

You also feed and water all the little pigs.

Every morning, I provided them with fresh and fortified water,

Before my rural-route school bus stop, at eight o’clock.

Farm pig’s vitamin yellow food stains,

Are on my first-grade little fingernails.

The mocking and the disdain,

From my childhood schoolmates lingers, with some pain.

However I was big enough,

To shuck the small ridicule stuff off.

I rose above,

Thanks to my strong Mom and my mad Dad.

By the time I was ten,

I was the respected undisputed playground leader of all of them!