His farm was located along a rippling brook so blue,
calm now it had forsaken its horrifying mountain trip
where it careened down a waterfall of iridescent hue,
and was not yet to form a bubbling fountain drip.
He had been careful to avoid lowland and rocky heights
and began tilling the rich black cabbage laden soil.
He also joined other freemen to rigidly defend his rights
from foreigners who sought to exploit his toil.
He was an American facing untamed wilds ahead,
but held no remorse for the quaint life he chose,
and felt his heart quickening at the land he'd bred
as with happiness his day came to its close.
A farmer must tread carefully as he tills his fields
each day, be always watchful for game or a stray
and make sure his family is safe as he shields
them from the wild. Their snug safety is his pay!
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