The farmer put in very long days
After supper he’d go back out
And work sometimes ‘till long after dark
Hard work was what he was about
It was a life he had always seen
Working the land like his father
It never once entered his mind
For his life to be any other
But you know, there were times
When he would feel such magic
Sure, life was very difficult
But there usually was nothing tragic
When the night time would come
While he was in the fields
One bale after another
Would add up to a winter yield
He’d watch beyond the windmill and silo
As brilliant colors the sky would get
The farmer would smile as he saw
A striking and heartwarming sunset!
Marilyn Lott
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-farmer-s-sunset/
