Green Acres


I don't know much
about politics and such
I'm just a regular farming guy

Check the water table,
tend to the crops
Spend most my day scanning the sky

But I will tell you what I do know,
saying something don't make it so

Can't no politician
make the wind patterns change
Can't no politician
bring me much needed rain

I can't live on empty words
by career promise makers
Words won't turn my dry ground
into God's green acres

I don't know much 
about politics and such
I'm just a rural farming guy

Check the farm animals,
tend to the calves
Do all the little things to get by

Then when the sun starts to set low,
I eat my supper and listen to the suits crow

Can't no politician
make the ground yield more grain
Can't no politician
make the harvest time be rearranged

I can't live on empty words
by upstart promise makers
Words won't turn my withered ground
into God's green acres
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Callus Avatar
October 20, 2016 at 12:09 PM
I love and can relate to this poem, Freddie! Politicians are not the answer to many things in life, even if on paper they might appear to be of little importance. God knows best! Like, Rick, I too spent my early years on a farm, and that was the best time of my life! In the end I became a teacher, but farming would have suited me fine:) // paul
Robinson Jr. Avatar
October 22, 2016 at 11:08 AM
Ty, Paul. I'm a city boy w/a pastoral soul. Love the wide open spaces. Appreciate the kind words of wisdom. I love your work as well. Much love.
Lamoureux Avatar
October 20, 2016 at 9:13 AM
We had a chicken farm. I used to love the show of the same name. I enjoyed this piece. Politician don't have a clue.
Robinson Jr. Avatar
October 22, 2016 at 11:10 AM
Hey, you remember that great funny show too! Ty for the love and support, Richard. Much love and peace to you, my friend.
Wolf Avatar
October 19, 2016 at 9:06 PM
So true Freddie. I was brought up on a dairy farm from the age of 5 till 12, had to round up the cattle before I went to school and help milk them when I returned home. Great time in my life. Well penned RW. /|\
Robinson Jr. Avatar
October 22, 2016 at 11:11 AM
Ty Rick. If you like it, then it's alright. Also thanks for the personal tidbit. You are a fascinating person. Love you, mate.
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