The Farmers Lament
The Farmers Lament
Sitting on the porch of a run-down home
The old man gazed toward the setting sun
As it was sinking in the west
After all his chores were done
The land, was the source of his income
He had toiled it through the years
Some of those were productive
Others, brought disappointment and tears
Stones and thistles, he did combat
Drought and famine had taken its toll
Now his body is wracked with pain
From fighting things he can't control
Many memories of, youthful days
Before his strength was gone
Kept drifting across his mind
And now today, he sits alone
Sarah, his wife and best friend
The rose of his heart, since their late teens
Last year illness took her away
No motivation, since he lost his queen
He visioned strolling along a shore
That was free from rocks and sod
Where ground was fertile, and gardens plush
As they were first designed by God
He knew the Savior had made a promise
To those who accept His will
There would be rest for a weary traveler
When he had climbed that last long hill
Colan L Hiatt = 06-02-17
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