I have set this piece up for long enough I suppose Finally, here is The Old Farmer, let’s see how it goes
I’ve been wandering around this place in the cold As I wade through snow, thinking upon the days of old I feel the wind, how it howls around these corners still Now matter how long I stay I never do get my fill The snow swirls and dances in the winter breeze An empty field rolls out from me to the trees The land again wins, revealing the work required The sculpted landscape’s gone, the one that inspired Light fades as the hidden sun runs to the horizon Is that the old farmer I see on whipping snow rising? Or is it memory of a scene I long for from childhood? When nothing filled the days but doing things I could When learning came with the life we spent outdoors Stories of exploration, which was better, mine or yours? Men on the farm were taller than my vision could see Arms bigger and stronger than anything I would ever be Joy found in being asked to help, whether or not, I knew Just to be there, helping them, can I go back and do? Light fades as the setting sun dives to the horizon Is that the old farmer I see in wind blown hay writhing? God’s earth green, clover spreads like carpet for a king That’s how it has been, now I wouldn’t change a thing You can almost taste the warm air, it’s noticeably sweet I recall unfolding from the ride, breathing deep this treat The sky so large, running endless past these rolling hills To this day, the sight of this grand valley gives me chills The spring runs clear and cold caring not for season Fresh and pure, drinking any other, a form of treason Light fades as the sun bows gently behind the cowshed Is that the old farmer I see waving cows up from the creek bed? Women on the farm were quite able, strong, and wise Stern yes, but I never noticed love absent from their eyes The ground gave up its bounty but not without a fight These ladies would make sure we had plenty each night Clothes cleaned, dairy made, milk, butter, and cream Living then I now crave, living some sort of a dream Time passed, wisdom like grey wafted through their hair No matter the troubles, smiling eyes ever present there Light fades as the summer sun sets and finally gives in Is that the old farmer I see at the table with the offset grin? Moonlight shines on crusted hills, stars so close I can hold Fallen flakes lit up like diamonds all in a row, truth be told Smoke swirls towards the heavens can be seen a mile away It’s the middle of the night but reflected light resembles day Drifts hide the road and sleds whisk from field to field This childhood fun never ages, the days’ worries healed Looking past the trees’ lights, there is only the night The fire is warm, the room is quiet, promise does excite Light fades as my eyes close, pondering this tale I wove Is that the old farmer I see pumping water below the grove?