The Farmer's Faith
Corn, cotton, and soybeans,
The crops that surround me
From early Spring plantings
Through early Fall harvesting.
Corn and soybeans? Now harvested
And sold in the market place. Cotton?
It's a late crop, and presently, most are
In the fields waiting to be gathered.
In these parts, the sun, the wind, and
The rain have served the farmers well.
Soon, they will relax and rest from labor.
They are grateful believers in the Lord.
The sun beams in much gentler rays.
She complies with the changing of the
Guard. She knows it's a new season.
She knows that the grasses will begin
Showing lesser green and the trees more
Brown. The Autumn colors invade the spaces,
But the sunsets never cease to turn heads.
The flatlands breath the fresh autumn air,
And await the rains to prep her for the spring.
The landscape poses beneath the Fall skies.
And the trees prepare to release their leaves.
I do not personally know all farmers.
I speak of their faith because I think that
One cannot be a Godless farmer any
More than an eagle who knows that he
Cannot fly or soar without wind and wings.
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2026
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