He climbs up on his tracter <br />Starts up his henry ford <br />Mows some in his pasture <br />For a while til he gets bored <br /> <br />He parks it in his barn <br />He then feeds all his hens <br />He is just one lone farmer <br />Doing the best he can <br /> <br />He picks up his cane <br />That is leaning on a post <br />Walks up to the house <br />The home that he loved most <br /> <br />There is no one at the door <br />It used to be his wife <br />She would meet him with open arms <br />She was so part of his life <br /> <br />But now he is alone <br />She has passed on <br />He grabs his rocking chair <br />Sets it out on the lawn <br /> <br />Then he rocks a spell <br />Until it gets dark <br />Until he sees the moon <br />Surrounded by the stars <br /> <br />Then he calls her name <br />And looks into the sky <br />This country farmer has his pain <br />Alone in the night <br /> <br />Then the tears fall <br />And he breaks down and cries <br />He can now feel the hurt <br />Through the day he has tried to hide <br /> <br />The very next day <br />He picks up his walking cane <br />He mows some in his pasture <br />Like he did yesterday.<br /><br />Bill Simmons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-farmer/
