Posted on September 8, 2018 By T.W. Dondanville
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What has grown now travels along
Plants turn to money but labor never stops too long
The earth looks naked but far from cold
Striped in lines new roots take hold
In a blink new buds stretch their arms
More residents making home on this farm
Category: Poetry Tags: agriculture, ancash, Naked Earth, peace corps, peace corps-peru, peru, peru 30, plants, poesía, Poetry
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