Papa Great

A laborer of the land,

the man tilled the soil

as he prepped

for his upcoming work.

He wiped the sweat

off his brow

as he begins

his seasonal job.

Day after day,

week after week,

the farmer takes care of

the crops he sowed.

He puts a part of himself

into his trade.

Then comes the

harvest. 

All of his day

is dedicated to reaping

the crops.

People who buy his product

do not realize

that they are taking

part of him home

with them. 

~ A poem in honor of my Papa Great, may he rest in peace ~

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