Sun, on its hidden night journey
Down the lonely dirt roads of home
With the picked fields now cleaned and tilled
The damp and musky soil, still cool
He dreams of life across the border
With his wife and sleeping children
In a few hours, the sun will rise
The old farmer will call for him
Near the newly sun lit river
He'll stand before his path
Across the muddy waters south
© Copyrights G. Jones 2012
Author's Note: The Path to Consciousness Series
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