READER34
11-08-2008, 12:45 PM
I was a labourer on this pleasant land
A generation sowing seeds on this sphere
Without ambition the plough was my steer
A course furrowed by each and very hand.
Life was simple each and every day
We toiled hard in the searing midday sun
Long until the plough had finally done
The arduous work to earn our pitiful pay
As times rolled by work became scarce
The land shrouded by a different sound
Mechanisation began to turn the ground
Stripping the village and local people bare
A generation sowing seeds on this sphere
Without ambition the plough was my steer
A course furrowed by each and very hand.
Life was simple each and every day
We toiled hard in the searing midday sun
Long until the plough had finally done
The arduous work to earn our pitiful pay
As times rolled by work became scarce
The land shrouded by a different sound
Mechanisation began to turn the ground
Stripping the village and local people bare