Farmland PeopleWe are a farm people--tillers of the Land--We have been so for generations and the psychology of the farm is ingrained within us. There is nothing new on the farm We know it all so intimately The long, unending hours, The sweaty, smelly shirts and overalls, and The mortgaged machinery. Let me tell you of the way it feels To drag on at twilight after a full day in the field-hot, sticky and full of chaff! To shower in the coal shed and To sit on the doorstep rubbing aching feet and numb ankles Awaiting the call to eat the re-heated evening meal. Yes, on the Prairie Plains, farm life was more intense, void of a variety of scenery and occupation than anywhere else in America! The land was rich and redolent with pulsating life As the soil sat ready for the hungry ploughman Which in this "miracle of progress" was the "unerring" prophet: that called down the life-giving waters upon the land! No, not by magic or incantations but in the honest sweat of his brow toiling with his hands, man, in a concert of human energy, persuades the heavens to drop its dew and rain upon the parched land he has chosen for his dwelling place. |
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