The Farmer's Life

Before the ray of the morning light

kisses the dew on the leaves,

he's awake. A labourer of delight.

Master of the land, the caves

and the fishponds that might

fill your eyes with wonderment,

that lifts you to paradise in a sight.

He's farmer, a knight.

He plows the field with his carabao

with hands as hard as steel.

Feed his children with milk from cows

and honey from the beehives that still

hang on a huge tree of his in-laws.

Picks the dead leaves and grass that kills

the captivating beauty of his roses;

a perfect present for his wife at sunset.

When the sun hides behind the mountains

he brings his carabao to the river

ties it's rope on a big stone and lets it swim

for an hour, as ants wrestle on his shoulder.

He goes back to the goats, ducks and chickens

A mixture of unexplained smell rustling over

the land, as he checks on his pig pen.

When all things are clean and clear

he returns home with a handsome grin.

Children waiting with a loving smile

and a sweet hugs and kisses from his wife;

that blushes when she gaze at the love in his eyes

and a rose in his hand that gives her a sigh.

He rests his tired self in the chair

and let his mind floats in the mid-air.

A romantic kiss brings him back to sanity

and a sweet voice that say's "Diner is ready."

He takes a deep breath and smiles.....Fulfilled.