Dad lost crop

Dad crops lost

Nine acres of leveled land i ought,
but still dad is very very broke

he'd broken the land and sowed
the hope
30 quarts of corn withered by
3-months of drought

mom says, he should give the water
a try
because the earth is that of dry

I'd remember dad can't swim
and-there's no need to bother
April is in

so the rain has drift across
the plain breath
have giving strength to reap
Our sweat,

but the water have become
of wilt
And-so, we've lost every drop of labored
that has been spilt

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