The Farm

The farmer out working, using his harrow,

the lines they are long, straight and narrow.

They run deep in the soil for the new seed,

producing a crop for the masses to feed.

The farmer sits on his tractor of old,

so many stories that could be told.

It chugs and it roars, almost to bust,

it is old like him, and full of rust.

The work goes at steady gait, all through the day,

planting the crops, bringing in the years hay.

A life that is hard at best of times you should know,

but the farmer believes, you reap what you sow

The sun has made its final decent

the farmer is tired, his energy spent.

Lights in the homestead are turned off for the night,

a new day tomorrow, when the sun starts its flight!