The Plight of the Farm

....The Yield of the Crops

Alisha
Snowy white field

Wheat laying low

How much will it yield

Theres no way to know

Tender shoots bursting

Through old red clay

Young sprouts thirsting

They're growing everyday

It will be a good harvest.

Just going by the looks

Or it might breaks some hearts

And empty checkbooks.

I saw my granny cry

Through many a storms

Saw her fight off

Grasshopper swarms

Dangers and harms

It never stops

The plight of the farms

The yield of the crops

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