Back on the Farm
I think of times gone by,
Reminiscing with a sigh;
Those days went by fast,
Wishing they could last.
Days back on the farm,
Free from trials and alarm;
But still seems a bit sad,
Industrious dear old dad.
He got up before the sun,
Worked until it was done;
Milking cows twice a day,
Reaped straw and the hay.
But never did we ever lack,
Always clothes on my back;
Ensuring he was ever able,
Of enough food on the table.
A kind man that never swore,
Nor so mad in slamming a door;
No doubt in going to Heaven,
God saw his reward was given.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer
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Back on the Farm
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