THE OLD TIME FARMER


The farmer I knew as I grew up
Was not like the one today,
He made his corn with a goose-neck hoe
With a scythe he mowed the hay.


Yet he was happy all day long
And his wife was by his side
They were too busy to be lonely
And in neighbors they did confide.


The fields seemed greener in those days
No pestilances it seemed were there
No poisonous dust was even used
To poison the sweet pure air.

They seemed much happier then than now,
And always seemed so free
Then doors of neighbors were not locked
As now they seem to be.


Oh yes, All people of today
Have conveniences galore
Yet I oftimes wonder if they're happy now
With all these goods in store.


© Helen C Wallen
Thank you Andrea, for allowing me
to add your Grandmother's wonderful
poem to my site!


Helen C Wallen~Website~


Scripture From: Matthew 5
Give to him that asketh thee, and from him
that would borrow of thee turn not thou away.
Ye have heard that it hath been said, Thou
shalt love thy neighbour,