When summer heats a house
He keeps picking up pears
And small plums and
Apples Eden apples
From his backyard
His right arm hurts
From mowing and
Weeding and from
Sanding and painting
Old timbers and walls
And picking up fruits
He loves his farmstead
It shields from sun ‘n burn
And bitter cold and blizzards
Where winter lights this home
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