Thursday, September 26, 2013

The Quiet Farmers

We rise as a family,
This could mean many different things
depending on your own family.
Nevertheless we rise.

Stumbling around the farmer's back woods,
who - these days - is farming nothing but hope.
Hope of a wetter seed that grips the earth tight.
Hope of a richer soil that needs no more care
than the amount he can muster.
Hope that the chemicals in his barn,
going unused for years,
but promising bounty,
will never need to be spread.
Hope that the beasts among his land
are on time with their rent
in fertilization, pollination, and decomposition.

The work load before us is heavy,
but each day we accept the challenge
because he's kept us safe with purpose for another year.
And to be so sure of fruitful tomorrow -
as a family, we rise.


Jordan R Shaver
9.26.2013