“Old farmers never die, they just go to seed.” ~ unknown
A Farmer’s Prayer…
Time just keeps moving on
And many years have come and gone
But I grow old without regret
My hopes are in what may come yet.
On the farm I work each day
This is where I wish to stay
I watch the seeds each season sprout
From the soil as the plants rise out.
I study nature and I learn
To know the earth and feel her turn
I love her dearly in all her seasons
For I have learned her secret reasons.
All that will live in the bosom of the earth
She is the loving mother of all birth
When my body is old and spent
And my soul to Heaven has went.
Please compost and spread me on this plain
So my body Mother Earth can claim
That is where I wish to be
Then nature can nourish new life with me.
So do not for me grieve and weep
I didn’t leave, I only sleep
I am with the soil here below
Where I can nourish life of beauty and glow.
Here I can help the falling rain
Grow golden fields of ripened grain
From here I can join the winds that blow
And meet the softly falling snow.
Here I can help the sun’s warm light
Grow food for birds of gliding flight
I can be in the beautiful flowers of spring
And in every other living thing.
So do not weep for me and cry,
I am here,
I did not die.