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A Tribute To My Father

My father, a strong, hard working man
Loved his fertile land
Working from sun up until sun down
Living miles from town

Gardens cultivated with care
Often he would look and stare
He was proud of his harvest
His only request

That we help with the crops
We would shed a few teardrops
Longing to live in the big city
Our sighs oh pity, what a pity?

Remembering planting seeds
Not to mention pulling weeds
Why should we work in the soil?
We did not see with all the toil

Father's gardens would feed us
Dining table was set with fuss
Today the word is organic
Healthy eating, we had no need to panic

Veggies, fruit, all we could eat
Never realizing our abundant treat
Not knowing then we had the best
Today we all miss that special harvest

2007 Janet Irene Griffin

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