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.
Thank you Lord, for the blessings in our lives.
Those things which we worry about, and pass us by.
Those things which never pass, and leave us in peace.
Thank you Lord, for the life and the way of life.
The land, the animals and our family together.
Those things which witness to Your greatness.
This is part of our family, poeticized and lengthened. Enjoy!
And my quote, from that song,
Thank you lord for the sun For giving life to the seeds I sow It’s the only life I know Thanks again for the rain For giving hope to the work I do
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