Farmer's crusade

You spoke of fertile fields beneath springtime sun where tractors rolled and waged a holy war against the elements,

against despair, and more. You trusted dreams, While I a farmer wept when day was done,

cursed hope, it seems. I spoke of ghost fields, vanquished

by the weeds. You never heard, too busy planting seeds.

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