👨‍🌾🚜 Praise the Farmer

 Raising cattle, to field of grains, Nobody knows, the farmers pains..

With dry spouts, a threat to all, Undoubtedly, one will fall.

A farmers life, depends on much, Equipment and tool, weather and such..

Schedules and plans, must be on target, In hope of profit, at the market.

From seed to product, he works all day, plowing fields, and bailing hay..

Late to bed, early to rise, always looking for the prize.

The biggest veggie, awarded cattle, he continues to rage, the daily battle..

For we'd be not, lest their yields, They give us life, from their fields.

They great the day, dawning their armor, Praise them high, for they be farmers.

©LaPoint,F. 2006