Robert Lindley Poet Rhyme

Farmer Father's Words To Beloved Son

Farmer Father's Words To Beloved Son
(LECTURE, WISDOM, PRAYER PASSED ON)

Hold your horse my son, lets pull in tandem
united is better than single and random
You feed the mules, I will sharpen the plow
later you may rest, while I start milking the cow

With that done, we feed the chickens and pigs
then you carry dirt away as my shovel digs
Next we rest and have our noonday dinner
morn was great, we shall make afternoon a winner

Supper will call, come and enjoy a meal
thus we can know true, how fantastic life can feel
Day done, with pride we can hold our heads high
before we sleep, pray our Lord our souls should we die

Dawn comes, rise to enjoy its great blessing
say another prayer before we start dressing
Back to work well before the first cock crows
this my son, is farmer's life everybody knows

Cherish time together for life will end
know my deep love and know I am your best friend
Hold that thought in true faith, the live long day
all we say and do, we must some future day pay

You are best fruit of our family tree
this family's love and our farm-work sets us free
You feed the mules, I will sharpen the plow
later you may rest, while I start milking the cow

Robert J. Lindley, 4-04-2017
LinRhyme, 10/12/10/12

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Total # Words: 216 

Note: I was born and raised on a farm. I am keenly aware of its positives and its negatives..
Much can be said about both, but I know this, the hard work, long hours and
low pay(if any?), did not kill me and certainly taught me responsibility and to be a better man when making my own way in this dark and cruel world..

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Alexis Y. April 5, 2017 at 8:55 AM Hi Robert, I didn't grow up on farm. I'm a city girl. But growing up we did have a type of barn for chickens in the backyard. With being said I was moved by this piece. The love that the father had for the son was so powerful. Well done. A without doubt seven:-) Alexis Robert Lindley April 5, 2017 at 9:08 AM Thank you Alexis. You can relate , for those chickens had to be cared for.. Yes, the prime message was in the father /son relationship, as influenced by the farm and its responsibilities, with descriptive connotations noting the very long hours, extremely hard work and high responsibility inherent.

Lisa Ricci April 5, 2017 at 5:00 AM Good Morning Robert. You wrote of a beautiful legacy and a precious moment between father and son. The tale speaks as I helped my grandfather with a lot filled with vegetables. This entry is special and well expressed. Well done entirely. Robert Lindley April 5, 2017 at 9:03 AM Thanks Lisa. I trust that you know very well, just how blessed you are to have spent that time with your grandfather. I always love it when any of my words bring the reader happy memories!

Charlie Smith April 4, 2017 at 3:12 PM We should all have been so lucky, well done Robert... Robert Lindley April 5, 2017 at 9:01 AM I agree, yet when I was young and working so hard I did not see its benefit, its blessing that has stood me in good stead in in my adult life my friend..

Elizabeth Kinch April 4, 2017 at 12:19 PM I'm married to a farmer's son, you have described the farmer's lot well Robert. Robert Lindley July 12, 2017 at 4:53 PM THANK YOU . I see in this world the loss of the work ethic and pride in a day's work dutifully and well done, as a very negative and destroying loss in our society.. Millions of kids growing up never having worked a day until after college years are over and even then some never work. America was built by work not play, certainly not by playing video games and living off of mom and dad even after age 18/19.