The Weary Farmer
Though dawn has yet to break upon
Dim fields on distant moonlit rise
Already stirs the restless herd
Soon welcoming dawn’s crimson skies.
Through windows lit by twinkling lamps
The farmer’s tasks have just begun
Another day to work, not play
Beneath the blazing noonday sun.
Cruel winter past, warm spring at last
With fields and gardens to renew
As all new seasons add new reasons
For adverse ledgers to accrue
The farmer works in quiet fervor
Next winter already on his mind
Seldom ending chores attending
The weather and his fate entwined
Tasks seem never ending,
Fences always needing mending
Sparse returns for his hard labor.
No lagging now with fields to plow
No help from his far distant neighbor
From day to day, all seems the same
Monotony his constant friend
Yet tomorrow brings another day,
When this one gains its weary end.
Copyright © Philip Mygatt | Year Posted 2020
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