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Array ( [sid] => 120267 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Farmers Gamble [time] => 2006-05-17 15:49:51 [hometext] => ....a matter of life and death [bodytext] => A blade in the ground
Power around
Soil prepared
Seed planted there

Fuel burned up, necessary rounds
Most all his time, duty bound
Costs rising, very perplexed
With these hardships, what comes next

Battle the weeds and bugs
So the crops can compete
And hopefully there will be
Enough for all of us to eat

Crops are grown
Livestock are fed
Without this nourishment
We all would be dead

Every year, dependent upon the weather
Never to be taken for granted
Knowing well his seeds may not get planted

Even if in the ground the seed goes
Whether it will mature, no one knows
An unaviodable risk in this vocation

Such humility and faith the farmer relies upon
A real gamble is his profession
Always subservient to Mother Nature [comments] => 5 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 27 [informant] => Willofree [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 11 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
The Farmers Gamble

Contributed by Willofree on Wednesday, 17th May 2006 @ 03:49:51 PM in AEST
Topic: NaturePoetry



A blade in the ground
Power around
Soil prepared
Seed planted there

Fuel burned up, necessary rounds
Most all his time, duty bound
Costs rising, very perplexed
With these hardships, what comes next

Battle the weeds and bugs
So the crops can compete
And hopefully there will be
Enough for all of us to eat

Crops are grown
Livestock are fed
Without this nourishment
We all would be dead

Every year, dependent upon the weather
Never to be taken for granted
Knowing well his seeds may not get planted

Even if in the ground the seed goes
Whether it will mature, no one knows
An unaviodable risk in this vocation

Such humility and faith the farmer relies upon
A real gamble is his profession
Always subservient to Mother Nature




Copyright © Willofree ... [ 2006-05-17 15:49:51]
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Re: The Farmers Gamble (User Rating: 1 )
by kaitee on Wednesday, 17th May 2006 @ 03:53:29 PM AEST
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this really makes you appreciate the work that goes into farming. great write. opened my eyes to something i would never have thought about

~Kaitee


Re: The Farmers Gamble (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Wednesday, 17th May 2006 @ 06:05:21 PM AEST
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What Kaitee said is so true.... and this poem also made me think of children ... as teachers we can only feed their minds and nourish their souls....hoping that they would mature into well-rounded and responsible citizens.
Good write, Will...
Jenni


Re: The Farmers Gamble (User Rating: 1 )
by Silent-No-More on Wednesday, 17th May 2006 @ 06:50:34 PM AEST
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First off, I have to say - I like Jenni's comment! I love that this made her think of children. : )

With regard to the write itself... I found myself nodding in agreement. They are most certainly a group that deserves our respect. You very effectively portray them here... brave and hardworking and... yeh... subject to the unavoidable, sometimes catastrophic whim of dear Mother Nature. I know one thing... I'm not that brave and do absolutely respect those that are.

~Snemmy



Re: The Farmers Gamble (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Thursday, 18th May 2006 @ 10:38:52 AM AEST
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Growing up on a farm, and my stepfather was a small farmer, makes me really appreciate this write. My Dad had this bumper sticker on his old blue ford farm truck..."Don't talk about farmers with your mouth full" I love that, and respected my dad for the work he did. Farmers are good hard working folks. Thanks for sharing this write. Peace, Laura


Re: The Farmers Gamble (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 11th June 2006 @ 01:04:56 AM AEST
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I'm very proud to have been born a farmers daughter. My dad was born with a green thumb as he raised 8 kids. As long as I can remember he never lost his crop 'cept maybe a late freeze killed the fruit.
I thank god for this once farm where I still live.
My father passed ten years ago but he still walks these hills.
Very beatifull, wise write.
luv, huggs, smiles,
emy




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