Daniel Larson Poet Rhyme

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.

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