Cutting and chopping in the field,
A tool in my hand for the a task
Which hasn't changed much since ancient
Times, except that I don't have to ask
For permission to stop for a break,
And the breeze feels so cool and good,
As I pause for some minutes and take
Stock of what's finished and what should
Be yet completed, knowing that after
The labor will come food, rest, and laughter.
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