This Time In June Poem by Bolami lawal

It's june
The farmer's spell
With cutlasses and hoes
We rushed off our feet;
Off to the feild we go

It's june
The farmer's delight
With so much rigor
We worked our fingers sore
And in the night
We barely had a sleep

It's june
The farmer's joy
The heavens had opened up
Their hearts upon the earth
For the farmers household
It's time to toil

So, in november;
When harvest finally comes
The farmer walked with pride
It's the pinnacle of his yeild
And he is proud to trade

So, in november;
When harvest finally comes
With basket and sacks
We headed for the feild
It's time to fill our barns;
Even our bellies,
Also; the farmers wallet
A heavy weight to lift
And for the farmers household
It's time for spoils

This time in june;
It was a different story
And my father says;
No pain, no gain!