Without delay he's up each day
before the crack of dawn.
After breakfast, a kiss from his wife,
he yawns and pulls his work boots on.
Out the door he stands with pause
to smile at the gold-blue sky.
The rooster crows and the man steps off
with purpose in his stride.
There's livestock to feed and fences to mend,
till the soil and plant some seed.
His list of chores has no end
for there's a hungry world to feed.
This is what he's called to do
as steward of God's good Earth.
Like his father and the fathers before,
'twas passed to him by birth.
The sun has set and he's earned the right
to relax on his old back porch.
He shuts his eyes and breaths in the night
praying tomorrow he'll rise once more.
Amen.
I was the daughter of a farmer and I am the mother of a farmer who I am very proud of. I hope you will take time and check out his sights.
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