Wheat
My Russian father, who’s survived, both world wars, once told me; back in the old country, we did not need the news to know if we were at peace. When it wore all men would be away. When it peace, we work the land, and as far as I could see, were fields of gold in wheat.
My Russian father, who’s survived, both world wars, once told me; back in the old country, we did not need the news to know if we were at peace. When it wore all men would be away. When it peace, we work the land, and as far as I could see, were fields of gold in wheat.
My Russian father, who’s survived, both world wars, once told me; back in the old country, we did not need the news to know if we were at peace. When it wore all men would be away. When it peace, we work the land, and as far as I could see, were fields of gold in wheat.