BALLAD OF THE TEA PICKERS
Where thousand hills the vale enclose,
our little hut is there.
And on the sloping sides around
the tea grows everywhere.
So I must rise at early dawn,
as busy as can be.
To get my daily labor done,
and pluck the leafy tea.
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4 comments:
The poem and the picture give a whole new perspective to tea and the value of each sip from now on.
Thank you Denise.
That is a great photo, and it really does make you appreciate tea more when you know about the lives of those who help get it to us!
That is a lovely photo and poem. I wonder if those baskets give them a headache, tho!
I find photos of picking tea by hand to be so facinating. This is a very nice photo.
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