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Monday, March 5, 2012

So God Made A Farmer

I don't know who first wrote this, but I love it. :) The poetry within the lines is beautiful...

Photo courtesy of:  http://www.stamfordhistory.org/ph_0509-north-stamford.htm  

"And on the eighth day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, "I need a caretaker." So God made a farmer.

God said, "I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the field, milk cows again, eat supper, then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the township board." So God made a farmer.

"I need somebody with arms strong enough to wrestle a calf, and yet gentle enough to cradle his own grandchild."

"Somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry, have to wait for lunch until his wife's done feeding visiting ladies, then tell the ladies to be sure to come back real soon, and mean it." So God made a farmer.

God said, "I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt and watch it die, then dry his eyes and say, 'Maybe next year'. I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from an ash tree, shoe a horse, and can fix a harness with hay wire, feed sacks, and shoe scraps. Who, during planting time and harvest season will finish his 40-hour week by Tuesday and then, paining from tractor back, up in another 72 hours." So God made the farmer.

God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds, and yet stop in mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor's place. So God made a farmer.

God said, "I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bales, yet gentle enough to help a newborn calf begin to suckle, and tend the pink-combed pullets. Someone who will stop his mower in an instant to avoid the nest of meadowlarks."

It had to be somebody who'd plow deep and straight, and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed, brake, disk, plow, plant, strain the milk, replenish the self-feeder, and finish a hard week's work with an eight mile drive to church. Somebody who'd bale a family together with the soft, strong bonds of sharing. Who would laugh, and then sigh, and then reply with smiling eyes when his family says that they are proud of what Dad does. "So God made a farmer."

~Author Unknown


4 comments:

Autumn said...

This is beautiful!!

Carol said...

This is great ! May I borrow it?

Goat Song said...

Carol, yes you certainly may! Seeing as I borrowed it from somewhere's else, too! ;)

Esther said...

I love this!