Friday, March 14, 2008


The time has come
Goodbye, take care;
for the bottle is empty
and the cupboard is bare.

The shops are opened
the fields are green,
the hoe is ready
The pigs are weaned.

The books are dusty
the library is cold,
The fire is dying
The firewood, old.

Spring has come
for us to train,
And for the farmer to plant
his crops again.

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