The Plain Farmer Poem by Dredan Brian

I'm the farmer
Planting on the plains
Where the quavers
Grow so well
Among the thicket
I'm the planter.

On course my plants grow
Bearing the face of life
From my soul I plant
From my heart I water
The plants of the plains.

Feasting is a common feast
They eat from the plains' plants
But my heart feels not anger
I feed their hunger
Whilst my efforts pain not
The plains are of my effort.

Caption this my people
Feeding from plains is sweet
Watering the plats is bitter,
It cuts deep into my nerves
Leaving blisters around
Them feast hard enough.

They feast from golden cups
The drink not waters of plains
But the quavers around
The eat till last drop
And remember not to seed up
I seed, and water for them
To eat from my plains.