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.