THE OLD TIME FARMER
A farmer starts his day at the crack of dawn.
He's out in the fields before the darkness is gone.
Stands lean and tall, he's a most ordinary man,
Living life simple according to God's plan.
His breakfast sets well as he heads for the plow,
With his hat pulled low, stained with sweat from his brow.
The sun will soon be rising, as he stands there so tall,
In blue denim shirt and patched overalls.
He lovingly looks out over the land and all,
As did his father before him and his own grandpa
Had done years before him and they both knew,
What a treasure they had in this panoramic view.
The pride in owning a little piece of soil,
Had come with a price of blood, sweat and toil.
Quickly he heads for the barn and the mule,
Knowing the animal is his most valuable tool.
The old mule balks at the touch of the bit,
But soon took it on, as if it now fit.
Today as they worked together as one,
It seemed that these fields would never get done.
But steady and sure, they both had been wrong,
Near half the job done before too long!
Time to stop for dinner under the shade of a tree.
He pulled out his biscuits and a jar of warm tea.
Then back to work before the sun is down.
He feels its rays on his arms so brown.
His hands are rough from the use of a hoe.
He pats them gently for the old mule to go.
The high-topped brogans are filled with dirt.
After all these hours his feet start to hurt.
Headed for home, he stops at the washpan.
Scrubs his face and washes his hands.
Feeling tired and hungry he opens the door.
There sits the baby playing on the floor.
His wife's at the stove; sizzling sounds from a pan,
Supper soon will be ready for this hard working man.
Resting on the porch in a straight back chair,
Darkness approaches, he feels the night air.
Putting out his pipe and carefully putting it away,
It is now at the end of a near perfect day.
Before going to bed, he falls down on his knees
Saying thanks to God for answering his pleas.
A dirt farmer is an honest and truthful man,
And on his principals he does stand.
Live and let live is his motto in life.
Happy left alone with his children and wife.
A breed that is disappearing way too fast
When gone we will lose a link to our past.
Jay Cee ~~ ©
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