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| marybeth |
Posted - Jan 29 2008 : 07:57:42 AM
A well known and respected farmer from the Valley died recently. This poem was in his Obituary. I don't know the author.
Let the wealthy and great roll in splendor and state,
I envy them not, I declare it.
I eat my own lamb, my own chickens and ham,
I shear my own fleece and wear it.
I have lawns, I have bowers,
I have fruits, I have flowers.
The Lark is my morning alarm.
So jolly boys now, here's God speed to the plow
Long life and success to the FARMER.
I kinda like that. MB
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| Jen |
Posted - Jan 29 2008 : 12:23:36 PM
Me too, MB. That's a good one.
Jen
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