The Patient Peasant
By
Vincent Dzapasi
Toiling in the soiling soil
From dawn to dusk
For simple ends
From simple means
Trusting the seeds to sprout
After fighting it out
From pestering pests,
Stubborn weeds and animals.
Anticipating Thanksgiving day
Courtesy of the heavens’ waters
The fertility of the soil
And the grace of God.
Admired for their faith
Their patience and perseverance
Simplicity and sincerity
Contentment and selflessness
Unbeknown to sly urbanites
Peasants desire a place in the Sun
To brighten their dreary lives
And to be blessed by the Lord
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