Poetry

Sweat and Toil

a poem about migrant workers

Photo by Greta Hoffman on Pexels

These boots and hands toots working
in new places to pay my daily dues
loving family waiting anxiously away
for my return every day.

Hopping from one farm to another
leaving before first light cleaving
I plant and pluck crops for a buck
from dawn…

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Cook, coach, science & social science teacher, and beginner poet. I enjoy the simple and, sometimes, the not so simple things in life.

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Jason Edmunds

Jason Edmunds

Cook, coach, science & social science teacher, and beginner poet. I enjoy the simple and, sometimes, the not so simple things in life.