"MY SWEET CORN LADY"
I planted your small seed of grain On a rich part of my home land Watered it with my own sweat In order for you a healthy grow. From time to time I come to visit you How life is getting close as you grow Eliminate any danger that is lurking on That may damage your growing process Then comes some drops of rain That may help you quench your thirst In a while, your bushels start to gleam And soon it becomes a sweet sheen Months passed and it's time to harvest The fruits of what has been planted I was so excited and baffled To see a long-haired lady in green with scarf on shoulder...as you gleam. © Zenaida Laragan Taloza
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