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Heritage
Breeds lay lovely eggs, coloured and speckled and each one different from the
next.
It is a joy
to hear my hens clucking and my girls collecting with excited wonder at the
blues and the greens.
Brings back nostalgic
memories of my childhood farm days and the gifts of a simpler life.
My sister
lives in a small farming town of B.C, she read to me from today’s local paper.
I think this man had dirt under his nails and life in his soul.
George wrote
his own obituary he wished to be cremated and scattered on his farm, he was ninety
years old.
I am Just a Farmer Plain and Simple
I’m just a
farmer plain and simple not of royal birth but rather worker of the earth, I
know not of riches but rather patches on my britches.
I’m just a
farmer plain and simple I know of drought and rain, of pleasure and pain I know
the good the bad the happy and sad, I am a man of emotions, a man who loves
this land and the beauty of its sands.
I’m just a
farmer plain and simple I know the spring’s fresh flow and autumn’s golden glow,
of a new borne calf’s hesitations and an eagle’s destination.
I’m just a
farmer plain and a simple I know of tall pines and long waiting lines, I know the
warmth of camp fires and agony of flat tires.
I’m just a farmer
plain and simple.
I’m a man
who loves his job and the life that I live
I am just a
farmer plain and simple, I am reaper of a harvest, I’m the sower of seeds and I’m
the tender of stocks.
I’m just a farmer plain and simple I know of
planting corn and bailing hay and animals going astray, I live in a complicated
world but my faith guides me. I’m just a farmer plain and simple.
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