anarchism, art, Love, Nations, Politics, Spain, Uncategorized

The Cream of Aragon

Her farmers hands deep in the earth

gravid with hale prosperity

coaxing forth a flourishing worth

to furnish her community

 

her humble sweat a palliative

to dulcify her burning brow

her labor is the love she lives

and to her comrades she’ll endow

 

the sun will set before she’s done

but with evening comes release

a night of humor, dance, and fun

with the cream of the Argonese

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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