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When Sid first met me he laughed Sat in his seat of an old Ford 135 Tractor red rust and wet sticking mud Swathed in a great green rain coat A friendly laugh he said “Bet you wish you hadn’t come here now” My first day working on his farm I stood in the rain waiting I must have looked a pitiful sight He eyed me, but not unkindly Removed a minuscule hand rolled cigarette From the corner of his mouth Peered at it Then to my surprise stuck it back between his lips and lit it Sid’s face had been carved from an old tree root Looked as if he'd been born that way Brown gnarled lined with years Below grey brows his eyes smiled Bright and clear A dismal wet and mud plied day Sid taught me how to coax his tractor Through ruts and puddles of sticking clay Next day we progressed to bigger wheeled monsters Finally just five days after I stepped up to the great green yellow John Deere “There you go she’s all yours, patted the wheel “Check the oil every day, the water, you know where to get your diesel I thanked him “Don’t thank me lad just make sure I get it back in one piece” We worked together in the season passing For six years at each seasons beginning Found me there waiting Wasn’t much for talking old Sid Wasn’t much for working either Between innumerable smoke breaks Tea breaks, sandwich breaks, break breaks And other breaks The job was done on time “There’s always time he’d say, if we don’t finish tomorrow We’ll finish another day A Sid break Sid must've fancied a chat Munching sandwiches He patted the soil next to him Like some beloved old sheep dog “I love the land he said, worked on it all my life This must’ve been true He knew every solution to any predicament Any job in motion could throw at you “These days, he continued People want to squeeze as much out of her as they possibly can, Shook his head, no respect for the land; You gotta look after her, don’t and the ground just dies; Aint no use chucking all them chemicals on it, You can’t feed it like that, chewed on the butt of his cigarette They’re gonna drain her dry someday.” I nodded, no comment was needed or wanted But to my surprise from the corner of his eye The wet trickle of a tear That was Sid Grey, old man of the land Earth in his blood Soil in his hand A whole University of knowledge went lost unnoticed The day he passed away He patted the soil next to him “I love the land, worked on it all my life and with a chuckle he smiled An’ I’ll be buried in it someday”

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Old Man of the Land ( Dedicated To Sid Grey Born 19 ? Died 1996 R.I.P )

When Sid first met me he laughed Sat in his seat of an old Ford 135 Tractor red rust and wet sticking mud Swathed in a great green rain coat A friendly laugh he said “Bet you wish you hadn’t come here now” My first day working on his farm I stood in the rain waiting I must have looked a pitiful sight He eyed me, but not unkindly Removed a minuscule hand rolled cigarette From the corner of his mouth Peered at it Then to my surprise stuck it back between his lips and lit it Sid’s face had been carved from an old tree root Looked as if he'd been born that way Brown gnarled lined with years Below grey brows his eyes smiled Bright and clear A dismal wet and mud plied day Sid taught me how to coax his tractor Through ruts and puddles of sticking clay Next day we progressed to bigger wheeled monsters Finally just five days after I stepped up to the great green yellow John Deere “There you go she’s all yours, patted the wheel “Check the oil every day, the water, you know where to get your diesel I thanked him “Don’t thank me lad just make sure I get it back in one piece” We worked together in the season passing For six years at each seasons beginning Found me there waiting Wasn’t much for talking old Sid Wasn’t much for working either Between innumerable smoke breaks Tea breaks, sandwich breaks, break breaks And other breaks The job was done on time “There’s always time he’d say, if we don’t finish tomorrow We’ll finish another day A Sid break Sid must've fancied a chat Munching sandwiches He patted the soil next to him Like some beloved old sheep dog “I love the land he said, worked on it all my life This must’ve been true He knew every solution to any predicament Any job in motion could throw at you “These days, he continued People want to squeeze as much out of her as they possibly can, Shook his head, no respect for the land; You gotta look after her, don’t and the ground just dies; Aint no use chucking all them chemicals on it, You can’t feed it like that, chewed on the butt of his cigarette They’re gonna drain her dry someday.” I nodded, no comment was needed or wanted But to my surprise from the corner of his eye The wet trickle of a tear That was Sid Grey, old man of the land Earth in his blood Soil in his hand A whole University of knowledge went lost unnoticed The day he passed away He patted the soil next to him “I love the land, worked on it all my life and with a chuckle he smiled An’ I’ll be buried in it someday”