A Shadow of My Farmer Self

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The one who got up with the summer sun and toiled till the work was done is done The one who would’ve slept the winter away if it wasn’t for critters hungry ways now versifies on his clock with Seamus Heaney’s squat pen resting between finger and thumb instead of a three-tined pitchfork raising blisters in the hot, hot sun

Credit: Seamus Heaney; DIGGING https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47555/digging

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