Dirt Farmer -- Play it Again

Dad was a dirt farmer

Dad was a dirt farmer, why am I not?

Straight was his favorite, more than a word

Planted crop rows must be aligned, no bends

Fences too had to be straight, post by post

And down the hill, bends would show, neighbors know

Do them over was his word, end up straight

Weeds to be cut, no spraying, kids 're home

Hoes were the tool, with them we walked the rows

Miss a weed he'd be on your tail, go back

All was that way on his farm. And the cows?

They had better line up straight in their rows

The horses too, just the pigs were sloppy

Dad wanted to be a lawyer, the best

Grandpa said no, I need help on the farm

So I became the lawyer, Dad's straight kind

 

Photos and Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 

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Though most of my poems are fiction with seemingly real events, this one is real and is a tribute to my dad who died in 2007.  He was a good farmer, I would not have been. (link)

 

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I'm linked today with Margaret at the Real Toads, Play it Again Challenge. 

Margaret wants us to go back to one of three older challenges, I chose "Challenge #2:  "Dirt Farmer" Imagined by Marian - HERE." In this challenge Marian wants us to write a response writing to the Band's 1980's (??) song, with Levon Helm, the drummer, singing "Poor old Dirt Farmer.

Listen to it below: