Sunday, March 11, 2012

More Than a Barefoot Farmer

Every night he prepared the soil,

Until his work was done,

Planting potatoes by moonlight,

Pole beans in the sun,

When nights were long,

A casual man was he,

Dancing naked down the rows,

Natural as can be,

A lonely woman,

From her window perchance,

Saw his organic style,

It was love at first glance.

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