You're hands are rough Like a mountain Pitt They surcomb to evolution Must we not forget The troubled times Theve being around a lot Mulucking through the dirt On the old farm.plain
Tillaging through the dirt They are all.hard and wrinkled due to passing time But your hands tells a story Of glorious times Gone by Your hand take up your pipe With a little shake No more will they work On the little tillage farm You.pet your dog For all the work done And take up your pipe To puff and blow No more will you worry About the past times gone.
I knew some men like this, strong and weather beaten, who worked on their farms. One I worked for had great strength, he was a good man, sadly died in his forties, a chain smoker.
Farmers are hard-working people, no matter what corner of the earth they are from. Giving us most of the food served on our dinner tables. Seeing their own crops grow and prosper is a delight to watch. Tough hands are the history of their lives. Thanks for sharing this detailed poem and topic.SM
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It means hard backbreaking work doesn't it?