Farmers Complaint Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

The frosted fields are lying fallow.
The frozen ground will not allow
free passage to the farmers plough

Though things will change they always do
Then is the time he must review
the wisest course he can pursue.

He needs to plough then he must sow
the kind of crops he wants to grow
he can’t afford to be too slow.

When spring sunshine ignites the fuse.
A farmer has no time to lose.
Excuses are of little use.

Spring is the time of life’s rebirth.
He must prepare the fertile earth
and labour hard to prove his worth
.

The seasons cycle in their turn
as every farmer has to learn
If you don’t work you cannot earn.

A farmer only prospers when
he works harder than other men
or so they say time and again.

I do not know it may be true
That farmers have too much to do.
I don’t believe it though. Do you?

11-Jan-09

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