Author Burton Watson He hoes the grain under a midday sun,sweat dripping down on the soil beneath the grain.Who realizes that the food in the food bowl,every last morsel of it, is bought with such toil? Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments