Rural folk are not easy to know-
But not so difficult to understand.
If the interest is about common land-
Then they see a common foe.
Country roads are long and lonely-
When they cross, they lead away
And they hold direction only
For those who have not lost the way.
The land is flat patterned grids
Where work is a religion
And no one doubts their legion
As they tend to the harvest bids.
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