The farmer’s son was where he needed to be,
Away from the soil, the mud, and the wet earth,
He was living his dream in the vast city,
Making his fame, his fortune, and his destiny.
The farmer and his loving wife,
Stayed on their farm even when the children had gone,
They were happy tilling and nurturing their land,
Watching the fields flourish, was their plan.
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