Jun 2015
The **** crows at dawn
Robbing sleep from the farmer
As he tries to wake
The farmer labours
Underneath a scorching sun
Drenched in his own sweat
His wife brings him lunch
And he drinks straight from the well
His thirst, satisfied.
Struggles to endure
No longer a man of youth
Greys at his temples
The day is over
Destined to be repeated
Breaking soil breaks backs
Robbing sleep from the farmer
As he tries to wake
The farmer labours
Underneath a scorching sun
Drenched in his own sweat
His wife brings him lunch
And he drinks straight from the well
His thirst, satisfied.
Struggles to endure
No longer a man of youth
Greys at his temples
The day is over
Destined to be repeated
Breaking soil breaks backs
Read a lovely rensaku for the first time today by John Quill and had to give it a go :)
(Ireland)
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