Sun blazing down across my back

Arms shaking, wheelbarrow making, a turn

My body and skin feeling the burn

It tips, the mulch seeps away like sand in the wind

Holding my breath, composed, stable again

A man of wealth but more valuable the health

Consecutive labor is the only way to understand

The burdens of the poor and building of a man

True appreciation is through sweat and blood

Failure, carrying the burden like the tools used

Falling down and getting back up from the mud

Life will straighten me out through its strict abuse

Looking over the land as its master and its slave

Facing the labor teaches one to behave

Pitchfork in the ground like Poseidon around his domain

Water the land, the blessing of rain