Under the sun in the big blue sky.
I earn a quid as the rays blaze by.
Sweat on me fod – dirt on my hands.
Working outside as the sun cracks the land.
Beating hard but still I stay.
For my family – all bastad day.
When the Soul Cried Out for Meaning
Under the sun in the big blue sky.
I earn a quid as the rays blaze by.
Sweat on me fod – dirt on my hands.
Working outside as the sun cracks the land.
Beating hard but still I stay.
For my family – all bastad day.
I am my poetry, my poetry is me. I pray what I believe. I believe what I pray. View more posts