An Ode To Farmers

Stand on the veranda, look out in the fields Can anyone know how great nature feels? The pumpkins are growing on the vines The grapes are harvested for great wines. There’s golden hay, bailed for winter feed Nourishing flocks with all that they’ll need. Cows will be milked, eggs gathered each day Sore backs or a cold will not get in the way. Even after the snows cover the ground Those daily chores will always abound. Morning thru night, the work will come It is their mission to feed everyone. From the dawn of time they’ve been there Nourish the masses with food everywhere. Without them the world would not be fed Sometimes their future is filled with dread. Violent storms and drought will test them all Yet with perseverance they refuse to fall. Farmers were called by their love of the land Our thanks to them all, as proudly they stand.