Setting on the front porch, watching all of the tiny stars.
Listening to all of the little creatures sing their evening song.
Relaxing as the moon is a dancing across the sky.
As I view the land, there are different kinds of shadows moving around.
The smell of fresh cut hay, it has it's own fresh sweet smell.
But if you aren't a farmer you just don't know it is.
When you are up before day break and work till after dark.
You arrive at the table many times after everyone else is through.
You get to do all the cleaning up, this is true, what is left.
You never get a day off or even holiday pay.
You are working rain , shine, cold , hot or snow.
If you haven't worked on a farm, you just don't know.
You are there when your animals give birth.
They feels just like they were one of yours.
Soon you are talking to them as if they were.
Then you give the a hug and a kiss, and they know they are.
When something goes wrong, You are there, and you cry.
Others people don't understand, only a farmer would know.
5-29-2008
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