A Poem that I made. In a collection of poems.
Somewhere in the meadow After the sunny trees A man works fast and hardy And doesn't care about fleas
The man works swiftly Does every knowing job He is prominently honest And if he were to lose his money He wouldn't even rob
Late night in the highway Where the drunkards flock He puts down the oil And lays down the rocks
If you ever wanted To ask him for a deed He wouldn't request money And he'd work till his fingers bleed.