You are like the song. The Lucky One.
Except yours is always the next field.
The next tractor, the next season.
You are like the song, The Lucky One.
Except yours is always the witty word.
The quick come-back. The final say.
You are like the song, The Lucky One.
Except that you are blessed with
too many roads to choose from.
You are like the song, The Lucky One.
Except that you widow me spring and fall.
Fields need your tending hands.
You are like the song, The Lucky One.
The next best thing to playing to win
is playing and losing. But not really.
You are like the song, The Lucky One.
Except we are your song. and our love
lasts more than a night, than a season.
You are like the song, but we are really
The Lucky Ones. We have you, in those
gaps of time between field and road.
You are like the song, The Lucky One.
We are really the lucky ones.
Except we don’t believe in luck.
Marry a farmer, even love one, and you know the widowhood of the fields, the seasons. You also know the refrains that draw them from field to field, crop to crop. season to season. And you know you are the lucky one to have a farmer is to love one who loves the land, loves the animals, and for me I have one who loves his Lord and serves Him. For you, my beloved.
Sunflower Poetry 
brian miller said,
July 16, 2013 at 11:15 pm
ha. but not really. smiles..i play up losing but i dont like it…ha…love the song…and i like your play with it…too many roads to explore you know…
woohoo congrats on being 100 too…smiles…
bet he smiled at this too…cool verse…
shanyns said,
July 17, 2013 at 1:36 am
Thanks my friend! 🙂
charlesmashburn said,
July 17, 2013 at 12:46 am
Beautiful tribute, Shanyns!
shanyns said,
July 17, 2013 at 1:36 am
Thanks Charles! Great that you stopped over.
Pamela said,
July 17, 2013 at 1:02 am
Excellent verse for your marriage, Shanyns. Now, I know what you were speaking on my blog.
Pamela
shanyns said,
July 17, 2013 at 1:37 am
ha ha I guess it makes sense now eh? 🙂 Thanks for coming by.
Mary said,
July 17, 2013 at 1:04 am
Oh, this is beautiful…..filled with so much love. I think a farming life is a difficult life, but one that brings rich rewards. It sounds like you all are the ‘lucky ones.’
shanyns said,
July 17, 2013 at 1:37 am
We are Mary, we are!
Ruth said,
July 17, 2013 at 1:45 am
a lovely tribute, with a satisfying conclusion – I enjoyed reading this!
shanyns said,
July 17, 2013 at 1:49 pm
Thank you Ruth!
Mama Zen said,
July 17, 2013 at 1:49 am
“Except that you widow me spring and fall.”
Breathtaking line!
shanyns said,
July 17, 2013 at 1:49 pm
Thanks Mama Zen! 🙂
margaret said,
July 17, 2013 at 2:58 am
Except that you widow me spring and fall.
…awe. Mama Zen beat me to it. Well, it is a great line! A farmers life is a beautiful one.
shanyns said,
July 17, 2013 at 1:50 pm
Beautiful yes, in many ways, and yet sometimes not pretty! 🙂
Susan L Daniels said,
July 17, 2013 at 4:14 am
I too fell hard for the windowing line. Beautiful. Very strong, powerful poem.
shanyns said,
July 17, 2013 at 1:50 pm
Thank you Susan. So glad you enjoyed it.
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said,
July 17, 2013 at 7:25 am
I love the play with the meaning of lucky.. indeed you are probably lucky if you don’t believe in luck.. great take..
shanyns said,
July 17, 2013 at 1:50 pm
Yes we are lucky if we do not believe in luck! Glad you caught that!
Rowan Taw said,
July 17, 2013 at 8:45 am
Great use of the repeated first line of the verses, and how you turned it toward the end.
shanyns said,
July 17, 2013 at 1:51 pm
Thank you! Appreciate your coming over.
ManicDdaily said,
July 17, 2013 at 2:43 pm
Such a pretty poem, heartfelt but also realistic. Really nice. Good luck to you both! k.
shanyns said,
July 17, 2013 at 4:24 pm
Thanks! 🙂
Heaven (@asweetlust) said,
July 17, 2013 at 3:43 pm
Love the refraining first verse….both of you are indeed lucky to nurture and sustain your love and connection ~ Cheers for more ~
Grace
shanyns said,
July 17, 2013 at 4:24 pm
We are blessed…thanks for coming by.
Tony Maude said,
July 17, 2013 at 4:00 pm
MZ picked it out already, but except you widow me sring and fall is a brilliant, brilliant line. Fine tribute to your farmer husband.
shanyns said,
July 17, 2013 at 4:26 pm
Thank you Tony. I am so pleased so you, and the others, liked that line. It is the essence of farming for us. 🙂
claudia said,
July 17, 2013 at 5:15 pm
what a wonderful love song…my uncle and aunt were farmers – so i know a bit what you’re talking about…smiles
shanyns said,
July 17, 2013 at 11:04 pm
Smiles back! Thanks for coming over!
enthusiasticallydawn said,
July 18, 2013 at 3:39 am
As always, Shanyn-musical prose and a sweet message. Hugs, Sista!
shanyns said,
July 24, 2013 at 4:02 am
Thanks girl! 🙂
aka_andrea said,
July 18, 2013 at 4:07 am
celebrating all of the sort of unpoetic components of the one you love and making poetry of it is something I just love. it’s the day to day and the little things that make real lasting love and it sounds like you have it. nice write.
shanyns said,
July 24, 2013 at 4:03 am
Thank you! It is the poetry of everyday life to me – and that just sings to the heart.
Sharp Little Pencil said,
July 20, 2013 at 3:47 am
Well, sorry it took me so long to get here after you commented on my 700th post, but so glad to read this… my FIRST marriage was a musician, which in his case was the exact opposite of your husband. Lived only for himself, had no faith, could not open his heart to his own child.
Lucky for me, divorce was an option, because in Lex I found one who tends fields of souls. He’s a pastor (wasn’t when we married, but I knew he would be called). I am so proud of him. There is a certain loneliness to being a pastor’s wife as well (meetings, etc.), but when I minister in the praise band on Sunday and he brings the sermon, we know who we are and Whose we are. So yeah, rock that field!! Love, Amy
shanyns said,
July 24, 2013 at 4:03 am
Ah Amy I can relate – thanks for sharing, and for coming by.