Undistort the Distortion
The city dwellers will never know,
The anguish of a farmer, increasing with each passing day.
When the effort they put in for months,
Is either parched or washed away.
I like to read, roam, ruminate and then write.
The city dwellers will never know,
The anguish of a farmer, increasing with each passing day.
When the effort they put in for months,
Is either parched or washed away.
