The oat field was still wet from dew, fog still lingering.
Beyond the field, I see the wild nutsedge spilling from the forest.
I sighed; the weed was invading.
A hawk flew overhead.
I readjusted the sack on my shoulder,
And I bent down
And I continued the morning's work.
Great sensory details here...the field wet with dew, the sight and smell of the fog and the crops and the weeds, the weight of the bag, the image of the hawk...
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