Sun kissed

Sweat drench face, upturned to the blazing sun Its kiss offered as a sign of pity Wrinkled eyes not of laughter squinting, searching Mouth clenched in frustration, nose flare Taking in the bitter scent of hardship and toil There's no mercy out here! There trees are comforted by the winds embrace But there's no comfort for the one beneath Caged unable to resist the call. What call? The call of the land The land, crops all grasping for attention To be feed, watered and nurtured Harvest a continous cycle There is no rest Not for the farmer for many generation Face always looking up, sun kissed.