Under the Sun

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.

Published by Smith Shine Poetry

I am my poetry, my poetry is me. I pray what I believe. I believe what I pray.

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