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Picture Credits: personal album
(A self portrait)
That's me on the right - age 5 - at home on the farm with two older brothers
The little boy walked on the soil and clay,
His bare feet warm with the heat of the day.
All around him was the fresh plowed field,
And you needn't wait long for a fruitful yield.
The little boy stood midst the newly planted corn,
His shirt was all tattered and his pants were torn;
But he didn't miss all the worldly wealth,
The boy on the farm had abundant health.
The little boy ran among the corn stalks high,
A song in his heart and never a sigh;
Happy as a lark in the tall corn field,
And you needn't wait long for a fruitful yield.
The little boy helped on the harvest day;
Plucking and shucking and picking that-a-way.
The corn piled high on the wagon box
And the bins on the farm were bulging at the locks.
The little boy is grown now and misses the farm,
His wife and his children standing at his arm;
His children are growing like the weeds of the field,
And you needn't wait long for a fruitful yield.
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