A Farmer’s Sunset Poem by Marilyn Lott
A Farmer’s Sunset
The farmer put in very long days
After supper he’d go back out
And work sometimes ‘till long after dark
Hard work was what he was about
It was a life he had always seen
Working the land like his father
It never once entered his mind
For his life to be any other
But you know, there were times
When he would feel such magic
Sure, life was very difficult
But there usually was nothing tragic
When the night time would come
While he was in the fields
One bale after another
Would add up to a winter yield
He’d watch beyond the windmill and silo
As brilliant colors the sky would get
The farmer would smile as he saw
A striking and heartwarming sunset!
I chose this poem for the title and you have captured the essence of a farmer's love for the land and the beauty of bygone days. Farmers are battling to survive in Australia now, but my husband is a country boy and remembers it all. He says you can take the boy out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the boy. Thanks Marilyn for this poem. 10 Karin Anderson
Oh! How I missed all these beautiful poems so far? Magnificient poems, heart warming really. Jayahoo Farmers of the world! ! ! I wish to know more about US farmers; you may send me a message. Here our farmers are losing their lands to help industrialization. I wrote poems like MOTHER'S PLAINT and THAT RAINY DAY. All fertile tracts are converted into factories emitting foul smokes and smells. I wonder what is happening to our Country.
Ah......for those magnificent days of my childhood! Excellent.
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4/24/2024 8:09:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
An elegiac poem picture of an era of simplicity and beauty that seems to be going down with the sun. It brings back memories of my grandfathers who loved the green land. Warm wishes, Sandra