Skinner's Farm
Weeds deeds tractors and,
seeds dirt on hands, mud on jeans.
Mother nature giving way to this
farmland my family has made.
Cattle, pigs grain and, rye
wheat, barley I question why?
Corporate takeovers, governments
greed, is ruining our farmlands and,
the farmers creed to feed the hungry
families.
So, what's to come from years of sweat?
of working ones body almost to death.
Building a farm from beginning to end
dawn to dusk never seems to end.
Family traditions generations gone by
to be a farmer now one can't survive so,
throw in the deeds tractors and, seeds
dirt on hands, mud on jeans, give up trying
let it be, when it died it took a part of me.
Copyright © Breeann Mahoney | Year Posted 2006
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