poet Marilyn Lott

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!

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 11, 2008

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  • Sandra Fowler (8/15/2009 2:40:00 AM)

    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

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  • Karin Anderson (sorry can't vote or comment) . (5/24/2009 7:40:00 AM)

    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

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  • Sathyanarayana M V SSathyanarayana M V S (4/22/2009 7:15:00 AM)

    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.

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  • James B. Earley (7/15/2008 9:49:00 AM)

    Ah......for those magnificent days of my childhood! Excellent.

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