FOOD
Beatrice Adegunle@beatriceadegunle700700
11 months ago
The smell of fresh-baked bread fills the air,
As the sun shines down and the birds sing there.
The harvest has come, the crops are in,
The bounty of nature is beginning to win.
The farmers have worked so hard all year,
To bring us the bounty that we hold so dear.
The crops are cut, and taken to town,
To be shared with all, to feed and crown.
Let's give thanks for the food we have today,
For without it, we'd all have nothing to say.
#poetry
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