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.


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


  1. May 22, 2014 at 10:22 pm

    Farming is a lot about the weather
    soaked in water or dry as leather

    Thanks for the 2 in one

  2. ManicDdaily said,

    May 22, 2014 at 11:01 pm

    Hey Shanyn– both are lovely and reflect this great energy and endurance of yours– great cadences in both– thanks. K.

  3. Glenn Buttkus said,

    May 22, 2014 at 11:17 pm

    You are an earth mother princess, horsewoman, mother/wife, poet/photographer/philosopher who always finds faith within the fray, strength in the wee hours, a smile when for most there wouldn’t be one; nice response to both prompts.

  4. brian miller said,

    May 23, 2014 at 12:34 am

    i rather like your prayer quote poem…at least it felt like a prayer of thanksgiving…so much to be thankful for…

    and i wonder if noght farming wounld not be back, out of the sun at least but i guess it would be hard to see….

  5. claudia said,

    May 23, 2014 at 4:09 am

    the blessings and the scars… yes.. it’s not always easy to be thankful for the scars but they surely teach us valuable lessons… i have quite some at the moment…smiles…. and my aunt and uncle have been farmers – it’s a satisfying work but tough work as well – used to help them a bit when i spent my holidays there

  6. kathy reed said,

    May 23, 2014 at 4:49 am

    Nice of you to share your family’s plight and a good opportunity to express it in the slant poem….I listened to every word and the tone if quite palpable.

  7. Dave Roberts said,

    May 23, 2014 at 5:42 am

    Reblogged this on Partakers WOW Disciple….

  8. MarinaSofia said,

    May 23, 2014 at 8:04 am

    During the foot and mouth crisis in the UK (after the mad cow disease, after so many other things), I heard someone say: ‘Who’d want to be a farmer nowadays?’, which broke my heart. Because, yes, so much depends on hope and prayer and weather, but if everybody felt like that…
    My admiration to you and your family (from a descendant of farmers who still worked on the farm as a child).

  9. Sumana Roy said,

    May 23, 2014 at 9:10 am

    love them all…the hard work slant and the thankful prayer…

  10. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) said,

    May 23, 2014 at 11:52 am

    I particularly liked the internal rhymes in the first one, and the simple gratitude in the second.

  11. Susan said,

    May 23, 2014 at 6:42 pm

    Each element led me to prayer. I’m sentimental when it comes right down to it. I don’t know “Bourgot.” Are you talking about the illuminated manuscript?

  12. Grace said,

    May 24, 2014 at 2:07 am

    I like the glimpse of your farming life ~ The second one, the prayer quote is specially meaningful ~ Have a lovely spring weekend Shanyn ~

  13. Mary said,

    May 24, 2014 at 8:22 pm

    Beautifully prayerful, Shanyn…. There really is so much to be thankful for!

  14. Gabriella said,

    May 24, 2014 at 8:23 pm

    I live in a farming area and know how hard the job is. I love the gratitude in your second poem and how your quote ties both poems together.

  15. Bryan Ens said,

    May 25, 2014 at 9:26 pm

    Two wonderful poems here! Love how you aren’t afraid to thank God for the things that give us scars too!

  16. Imelda said,

    May 26, 2014 at 2:38 am

    Ah, what a hard job seeding can be. Hats off to the farmers who work hard to supply our food.

    Your second poem is also lovely. It is good to thank the Lord. 🙂

  17. lynndiane said,

    May 26, 2014 at 12:16 pm

    We’re finished sowing our seed here…we work fewer acres 🙂 Thanks for sharing your tribute to farmers and thanksgiving to God! I too am curious about the reference to Bourgot, the manuscript artist or the edible whelk (or a delicious wine?)

  18. May 26, 2014 at 1:44 pm

    9000 acres! can’t even imagine how big it is! But hat’s off to all who do the slogging through the days and months, so that people like us are fed.

  19. wolfsrosebud said,

    May 26, 2014 at 4:52 pm

    Great job… loved your boldness…

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