I hear the hum of voices
from plains to highest hills
the sounds from farms and cities
in factories and mills
The voices of our great land
can soar and touch the sky
with pride and adoration
for blessings from on high
Sometimes the din of noises
can overwhelm the thread
of unsung perseverance
by those who eat hard bread
Their words are few yet surely
in gentler ways evoke
a simple, homespun wisdom
of plain and simple folk.
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