A Farmer's Life

We picked out the crops and then set the seeds; We prayed for the rain that they would soon need. We battled the winds and fought with the weed; Just kept on thinking of whom we could feed. The seasons did come as they surely would; Some came as killers, others brought the good. Plant for the weather as everyone should, 'cause Mother Nature is ne'er understood. We talked to flowers and danced with the corn, And we found new ways to keep the crops warm. We worked in our boots until they were worn, Like our forefathers before we were born. Food's on the table and thanks have been said; The gravy's been made as well as fresh bread. Fruits of our labor are soon to be spread For those in hunger, waiting to be fed. We've worked through the years in heat under the sun, And starting each day was new work begun. From great granddads down, then father to son, We'll keep doing this 'till our days are done.