This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Augustana chapter.
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 ~