Wednesday, August 24, 2011

The Farmer….

As we do many days this time of year, we have to put hay up.  This includes fluffing, raking, and baling.

This year, Cecil taught me how to rake hay and I have to admit, it was rather FUN!  Shh!  Don’t tell him I said that!

I want to share some pictures of our Sunday afternoon “making hay while the sun shines”, and I wanted to include a poem for you.  It’s one of my favorite poems and I heard JD Sumners recite it on a Gaither DVD.  It’s a beautiful poem and epitomizes the life of a farmer (in my opinion).

Usually about 3/4 of the way through, I’m crying so hard I can’t finish listening to it, but it’s such a sweet poem……

I think either Porter Wagoner or Jim Wilson wrote the poem, and I got the lyrics from metrolyrics.

“The Farmer and The Lord”

While resting the other evening by the side of the road, I saw an old farmer in the field that he had just hoed

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His face was all brown and wrinkled by the sun and the wind,
And he was talking to the Lord just like he’d be talking to a friend

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Well, he said, with his voice all calm and quiet,
Them corn tassles need sucking and I got no strength to tie it

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Had no rain in so long that the fields are mighty dusty,
And its been so unbearable hot that the kids are even gettin’ fussy

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Now the grass is down and the pasture should be knee high,
if we could just have a little shower Lord, it might keep the calf from going dry

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Oh, but listen to me talkin’, you’d think I wasn’t grateful,
Why, if you didn’t know me so well Lord, you’d think I was downright hateful

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You’d think I forgot about the new calf you sent,
And the money in the mail that took care of the rent

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Mama’s cough is better and Johnny’s home from the Navy.
And that good Sunday dinner of hot chicken and dumplings and gravy

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And that new preacher you sent us Lord, he’s sure a fine young man
Why—he’s convertin’ them sinners to beat the band

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Well, I guess I’ll mosey on home now Lord, I won’t take no more of your time, I guess there’s plenty folks here waitin’ to ring your line

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Evenin’ to you Lord and watch over us tonight,
Don’t you worry about us now Lord, cause everything is gonna be alright.

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  1. I loved that. I grew up on a farm here in Wisconsin and we had many days of making hay.

    Well, I mean my Dad and older brothers made the hay. My sisters and I were in charge of taking them something cool to drink.

  2. So sweet, Charon. That makes me think of my Papa Beauchamp who was a peanut farmer for years! I am proud of you for learning how to fluff hay.

  3. Putting up the hay sounds like it could be fun...especially if you do it with a groups of friends and make a day of it.


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