The Villager
22 April, 2005
Author: Franca Adah
The villager, a peasant
He lives a life made simple
Nature is his soul
His routine is simple
He wakes up every morning
Goes to the farm
Toil from dawn to sunset
This he does from season to season
He know no holiday except on sundays
He worships his supreme God
He thankGod for the rain
He thankGod for the wind
Hands raised up to heaven
Blessing God for the harvest
Above all
Being free from problems of modern life
He is not emcumbered by modern living
He is free from modern diseases
No prickle of needles, no pains to nurse
All day, he smiles with fulfilment
He lives with nature
And by nature
He is the greatest tourist
For nature is his companion all his days.
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| Angel in Tears (81.157.223.69) -- Saturday, April 23 2005, 10:22 pm Your words are so true !Disease and all of the other un-necessary problems and troubles don’t occur in the country side. Life is o-so simple and pleasant there :p. |
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