Seeding Poetry
It’s a Bourgot, well whaddya know?
9000 acres yet to go…seeding whoa!
Got half done and the rain came down.
Standing in the sun’s half light.
Supper at dusk, seeding half the night.
Driving through the dust, it’s gotta go!
Night shift is when the wrecks come.
They sure ain’t a lot of fun, son.
It’s a Bourgot, well whaddya know?
Doing some slant poetry for Meeting At The Bar. Because I missed Poetics, “It’s Quoteable” with Mary I have submitted a late one below.
This is one of my husband’s favorite farming songs, by a Canadian band:
Thank you Lord, for the blessings in our lives.
For those things which You bless us richly.
That we do not deserve, nor are worthy of.
Thank you Lord, for the blessings in our lives.
Those things which make us stronger, better.
That which gives us character and scars too.
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