The rain is light and plants are new
one clap of thunder and insects are stirring
farmers have but a few days of rest
before plowing and planting begin
everyone able is of in the fields
or putting gardens in order
the light is fading when they come home
from taking their calves to West Creek to drink
hunger and exhaustion don't get them down
happiness is moist fertile soil
nothing is left in their bins from last year
and still there's compulsory service
those who don't farm should be embarrassed
their salaries come from a village