It’s been a long day of farming

As the shadows start to grow

And the sky turns orange

I know it is time to stop what I am doing

I walk back with tools in hand

right as the sun begins to set

Each of my boots compresses into the flesh of the fertile soil.

As I stroll by the wheat fields, I think to myself

“harvest season is almost here”

As I stroll by the chickens, I think to myself

“I will need to fix that chicken fence tomorrow”

Sweating badly, I take out my handkerchief

And began whipping my brow.

soon my house appears from the distance

soon I’m inside my house

and soon I’m off to rest

exhausted from a long day of farming.