They Made Long Their Furrows Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

They Made Long Their Furrows



They made long their furrows,
Like the olive plants in the garden of love;
Furrows, burrows!
But, do not be like the grass on the house tops;
For, the farmers have now made long their furrows.

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Edward Kofi Louis

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