Sonnet dedicated to The Gran Maestro
In fields aglow, where life met its sweet end,
A tiller of earth, lost in time's embrace,
He tended the land, a soul to commend.
With sun-kissed toil and a steadfast grace.
His faithful Deere, through seasons it flows,
In furrows deep, his dedication true.
His spirit resides where the harvest grows.
A legacy sown, in each morning dew.
The soil, his canvas, made him a better man.
With vibrant colors he had found his place.
Each crop, a testament, to a better plan.
A symphony spun in each furrow's space.
Bill Your memory lives in every sheaf,
You lived a life well-lived, beyond belief.
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