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A Farmer's Life
We picked out the crops
and then set the seeds;
We prayed for the rain
that they would soon need.
We battled the winds
and fought with the weed;
Just kept on thinking
of whom we could feed.
The seasons did come
as they surely would;
Some came as killers,
others brought the good.
Plant for the weather
as everyone should,
'cause Mother Nature
is ne'er understood.
We talked to flowers
and danced with the corn,
And we found new ways
to keep the crops warm.
We worked in our boots
until they were worn,
Like our forefathers
before we were born.
Food's on the table
and thanks have been said;
The gravy's been made
as well as fresh bread.
Fruits of our labor
are soon to be spread
For those in hunger,
waiting to be fed.
We've worked through the years
in heat under the sun,
And starting each day
was new work begun.
From great granddads down,
then father to son,
We'll keep doing this
'till our days are done.
Copyright ©
Daniel Larson
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