The Farmer's Lament
The Farmer's Lament
Rooster be crowin' go till your fine soil
Just no damn use for us to be ahidin'
Time now for bloody sweatin' and toil
Laziness, a farmer will never be abidin'
Crops planted,tis sweet rain we need
Hot sun about to start beamin' down
Soil is a cryin', awaitin' its new seed
We get to farmin', sunrise to sundown!
Work! Work! Work!
More food for people we are amakin'
Eating well,kids growin' so strong
Be time later for silly hand shakin'
Work needs the doin' our day is long
Dirt on faces, sweatin' in our hair
Farming calls for pain and workin'
Nobody ever said life would be fair
Hard chores we will never be shirkin'!
Work! Work! Work!
Harvest time,tis our Lord we thank
Split ground, growin' one sure thing
Money be acomin' taken to the bank
We be aworkin',later we shall sing
Bad storms come, bad storms may go
No time for any foolish idle talkin'
Hold ur mouth,good crops will grow
Our backs for breakin',legs for walkin'!
Work! Work! Work!
By Robert J. Lindley, 05-09-2015
Note: Written in my old style.
I decided to crank one out today.
Last night was thinking back to my being raised on a farm..
And how very hard it was on everybody I knew back then!
Old times, written in old style, by an old man....
My tribute to the great poet, Frank L. Stanton, that so influenced me and
wrote in a similar form but on a much, much higher level!
Currently working on a tribute poem dedicated to my friend , fellow poet and immensely talented poetic artist Peter Duggan....
Will post as soon as finished..... taking great and extreme care on this one for obvious reasons...
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
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