November 8th…“WHAT WAS AN ACT OF LOVE, FROM LOCAL FARMERS TO YOUR FAMILY, THAT TOUCHED YOUR YOUNG HEART?”
POEM – “Plowman Poets” by N. Elliott Noorlun
Six “Plowman Poets”, A sonnet wrote,
With every furrow of soil,
As tractors pulled plows, Across the land,
That our father would usually toil.
An injury had happened, In our father’s life,
Now unable to rise to work’s task.
When word got around, Of our patriarch’s plight,
T’was nary the need to ask.
Each “Plowman Poet”, Had chores of his own,
Fighting chill in his warm coveralls.
His own farm was waiting, For attention from him,
Hungry livestock did roam in their stalls.
What was it that drew, These men from their farms,
To invest in the life of another?
Not only were they, Fellow farmers in trade,
But also a good Christian brother!
The sparkling moldboard, Of each plow share,
Sliced deep into that sod,
As the “Plowman Poets”, Transformed that field,
Into a gift from God.
Some cynics may say, These men wasted their gas,
And lost precious hours of time,
“It’s the other guy’s problem, Let him work it out”,
Yet we know, That would be a true crime.
Lord, please bless the memories, And families who,
Shared their “Plowman Poets” that day,
It was more than a field, It was love they did yield,
In a farm neighbor friendliest way!!! ><>