Tuesday, 17 December 2013

Requiem for a Farmer (G A Carson)

Here are the fields that he tilled so long
  More fertile than when he began.
Here are the fences he built
  In long straight stretches, span on span.

Here stands a tree that he let grow
  To furnish shade for the summer stock;
And buildings weather-tight, and snug,
  For the comfort of the herd and flock.

Here is the evidence of care,
  That shows as plainly as a chart,
Regardless of what else he did
  He was a farmer, still at heart.

November would go, and it would seem
  That he who lived with the rain and sun,
Who watched with joy the growing crops,
  Should rest a while, the harvest is done.

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