Man and boy I have tended this land
wept when it was barren and bare
cheered when it was ripe and giving
walked corner to corner
and gazed upon furrows long
Ive harvested in sun golden and pure
toiled in cold sleet and rain
without beg or demand
then that given
I'am but a simple man making his means
asking for nothing
that cannot be gained by hand alone
led my steers to plough on
awaiting the planting season
with great expectation
when the river ran dry
or the rain fell to hard
I picked myself up
and dusted myself down
fought the odds
held the tears
but bled into this soil
clutching the leather reins so tight
to make it another day
were I my family lived
in Gods free land
and yet lurking was the farmers friend
awaiting to foreclose
whilst smiling all the while
diversify change the way you work
hire this buy that
whilst plunging debt upon them all
back then the banker was the farmers friend
but now he preys like the crow on the wing
for the showing of that first corn ear
to be fat and fed
upon my hard work and toil
things have changed and no more our say
but none the less through it all
we have each and everyday
our own slice of heaven
and the pride of knowing
we grow for us
not for you
~X~
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