Vanishing Farmland …

Vanishing Farmland …

This land has been ours for one hundred years.
Each generation has worked it with pride.
We’ve shared the good times; we’ve worked through the tears.
We’ve watched with sadness as other farms died.

I’ve been asked, what’s that which I need to have
To make sure that this farm won’t fade away.
A warm barn with cows, all ready to calve
And plenty of grain with plenty of hay.

We need sunny days; we need the cool rain.
We need fertile soil to help our crops grow.
With faith in the Lord, hard work will sustain
Our efforts to yield what God can bestow.

For some, a farm is just a piece of land,
To me, it is a gift straight from God’s hand.

Shakespearean sonnet style
abab, cdcd, efef, gg

3-27-07