The Farmer
Among the trees and flowers adorned
Two hundred hence this world was born
As three structures were built on high
These quilted years crept slowly by
No simple thoughts of future's past
As the farmer struck his iron cast
The horses kept their hills four to ten
Which all that ever should have been
But a scorched past had hid amongst his kin
His five thousand acres were down to ten
In halls of wood now plastics resided
Circles of time that only oceans confided
Ten million wheels now encased the farm
Where once sat the fields and barn
The farmer's wife sat amazed at this
How iron and steel now replaced what's his
As the weeping wife sat next to his bed
The farmer's voice crept into her head
Fly above what now is dear
Hold the shell up to your ear
Find the path that sends you back
Before our mothers' Jill and Jack
At the highest point stolen by the sky
Climb higher and higher and wave goodbye
On wings of paradise tempered but taught
Fade out like the star that we once sought
Copyright © Zach Sarver | Year Posted 2011
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