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.
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