Farmers

The clouds overhead seem so dark and gray,
Is this windy like storm coming my way?
Wheat fields and others containing some hay,
Shift in the wind as they do so sway!
Lightening and thunder are far off in the distant.

Crops of veggies and a lot of such fruit,
is natures own way of offering it's bountiful root!
Of some farmers trying to grow or raise,
Working so hard is thoroughly their ways!
 From sun up till dusk farmers do toil.

Working the land and all it's soil!
Harvest is when sweat eventually does so pay,
It's off to market this bountiful day!
Farmers strive to live off the land,
With calluses and blisters on every hand!


Copyright ©2006 Michael Jeffrey Gale