The Farmers Lament

The Farmers Lament Sitting on the porch of a run-down home The old man gazed toward the setting sun As it was sinking in the west After all his chores were done The land, was the source of his income He had toiled it through the years Some of those were productive Others, brought disappointment and tears Stones and thistles, he did combat Drought and famine had taken its toll Now his body is wracked with pain From fighting things he can't control Many memories of, youthful days Before his strength was gone Kept drifting across his mind And now today, he sits alone Sarah, his wife and best friend The rose of his heart, since their late teens Last year illness took her away No motivation, since he lost his queen He visioned strolling along a shore That was free from rocks and sod Where ground was fertile, and gardens plush As they were first designed by God He knew the Savior had made a promise To those who accept His will There would be rest for a weary traveler When he had climbed that last long hill Colan L Hiatt = 06-02-17 © All Rights Reserved