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...