The Old Farm Poem by Dorsey Baker

The old farm crops are gone now
New crops are now being farmed
And they cannot be harmed
New doors being opened now
New ground being broken now
The old giants
They have become small now
And just because of that
They don't have
So far to fall now

They are all older men now
And cannot belong
Where they don't fit in now
They can't get along
With their children now
They can't get along
With the cops now
Because they still
Want to come to the farm
And work the crops!