What the Farmer Truly Lives For
What The Farmer Truly Lives For
I
Across the low hills misty meadows glow,
devilishly hiding gleaming rainbows.
Today earth shines true as yawning dawn wakes,
as from nights cold, Nature gives it quick shakes
releasing powers, from its nighttime breaks.
II
From his feather bed and cozy farm home
he rises, work to do no time to roam.
As coffee percolates, plans each hour,
jumping into morn's steaming hot shower
thankful God gave him life and this power!
III
In begging fields he works to life uplift
with mind, muscle and brawn a blessed gift.
Ever mindful of duty, its high cost,
great sacrifices, harvests he lost
due to Nature's wrath and its killing frosts.
IV
As sun sets, he looks up at the blue skies
thanks his Lord for all, with tears in his eyes.
To home and hearth, those he truly lives for,
again giving thanks, asking for no more
he knows life is love,and Heaven keeps score!
V
Across the low hills misty meadows glow,
devilishly hiding gleaming rainbows.
Today earth shines true as yawning dawn wakes,
as from nights cold, Nature gives it quick shakes
releasing powers, from its nighttime breaks.
R.J. Lindley,
June 11th, 1978
Rhyme, Tribute to farmers and farm families -( A Farmer's Long Day)
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