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Jan 28, 2021 08:21:38   #
BadFisherman Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas
 
I'm not much into poetry, but I am into appreciating it when the message is conveyed in a way that is difficult to top. My apologies for not knowing the author of this bit of philosophy. It comes from a collection of things to keep and reflect on occasionally. Though dated, it is well worth the read.

A farmer is a man
Who works out in the sun,
Wearing out two pairs of britches,
Growing cotton enough for one.

He milks his cows or slops his hogs,
Or feeds his steers too fat.
He starts each year with nothin'
And loses more of that.

At planting time or harvest,
Checking weather by his nose,
What isn't lost to drought or flood,
Is eaten by the crows.

Gamblin' is illegal,
Whether racing horses or a hound,
But day by day he'll get away,
With gambling on the ground.

A boxcar full of fertilizer,
Herbicide and seed.
Couldn't make the best corn plant
Out grow the poorest weed.

The horses have the colic,
He buys a sterile bull.
A coyote got the last chicken,
His ewes lost all their wool.

But the only lines you'll see
Upon his wrinkled face,
Are those that are caused from grinnin'
At the whole danged human race.

The smartest man would starve
Out on the family farm,
But his wife thinks he's a genius,
It doesn't do much harm.

The kids all help their papa
Through the 'work for nothing' stage,
Then they all drive 50 miles to church,
To hear a sermon on minimum wage.

Heaven help the family
That lives off the fat of the land.
Heaven help the nation
That doesn't understand.

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Jan 28, 2021 08:33:25   #
Graywulff Loc: Cortez,Co.
 
BadFisherman wrote:
I'm not much into poetry, but I am into appreciating it when the message is conveyed in a way that is difficult to top. My apologies for not knowing the author of this bit of philosophy. It comes from a collection of things to keep and reflect on occasionally. Though dated, it is well worth the read.

A farmer is a man
Who works out in the sun,
Wearing out two pairs of britches,
Growing cotton enough for one.

He milks his cows or slops his hogs,
Or feeds his steers too fat.
He starts each year with nothin'
And loses more of that.

At planting time or harvest,
Checking weather by his nose,
What isn't lost to drought or flood,
Is eaten by the crows.

Gamblin' is illegal,
Whether racing horses or a hound,
But day by day he'll get away,
With gambling on the ground.

A boxcar full of fertilizer,
Herbicide and seed.
Couldn't make the best corn plant
Out grow the poorest weed.

The horses have the colic,
He buys a sterile bull.
A coyote got the last chicken,
His ewes lost all their wool.

But the only lines you'll see
Upon his wrinkled face,
Are those that are caused from grinnin'
At the whole danged human race.

The smartest man would starve
Out on the family farm,
But his wife thinks he's a genius,
It doesn't do much harm.

The kids all help their papa
Through the 'work for nothing' stage,
Then they all drive 50 miles to church,
To hear a sermon on minimum wage.

Heaven help the family
That lives off the fat of the land.
Heaven help the nation
That doesn't understand.
I'm not much into poetry, but I am into appreciati... (show quote)
AMEN

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Jan 28, 2021 08:55:34   #
bknecht Loc: Northeast pa
 
Thanks BF, a good read.

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Jan 28, 2021 09:03:46   #
Gordon Loc: Charleston South Carolina
 
Very good. Hope you don't mind me sharing that.

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Jan 28, 2021 09:13:40   #
bric Loc: Helena, MT
 
Thanks BF, so true.

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Jan 28, 2021 09:59:53   #
dbed Loc: POMME DE TERRE LAKE MISSOURI
 
my life for 66 years
didn't buy a sterile bull but did buy a gay boar

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Jan 28, 2021 10:09:03   #
BadFisherman Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas
 
dbed wrote:
my life for 66 years
didn't buy a sterile bull but did buy a gay boar

Well, I suspect he stayed 'happy' on your farm.

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Jan 28, 2021 10:09:47   #
BadFisherman Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas
 
Gordon wrote:
Very good. Hope you don't mind me sharing that.

No, as I shared it with you folks...you can share it with anyone you choose.

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Jan 28, 2021 10:10:30   #
BadFisherman Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas
 
bknecht wrote:
Thanks BF, a good read.

I certainly thought so

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Jan 28, 2021 13:12:08   #
Randyhartford Loc: Lawrence, Kansas
 
BadFisherman wrote:
I certainly thought so


Lots of truth there.....

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Jan 28, 2021 15:05:34   #
Iowa Farmer Loc: Iowa City Iowa
 
Hits home. Thanks, BF!

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Jan 28, 2021 16:36:29   #
BadFisherman Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas
 
Iowa Farmer wrote:
Hits home. Thanks, BF!

I suspect it did hit home with you. Been farming long

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Jan 28, 2021 21:05:52   #
Iowa Farmer Loc: Iowa City Iowa
 
BadFisherman wrote:
I suspect it did hit home with you. Been farming long


Started the free labor thing when I was 8,driving tractor at 10. Got heavy into hogs after college, sold out when the price crashed in the 90s. Always kept the crop production, but started part time jobs to fill the void. Started with the Post Office, worked up to full time for the bennies, still doing the crops and some livestock. To make a long story even longer, 😴 I considered myself a full time farmer for about 35 years, part time the last 11.

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Jan 28, 2021 22:37:21   #
Fredfish Loc: Prospect CT.
 
BadFisherman wrote:
I'm not much into poetry, but I am into appreciating it when the message is conveyed in a way that is difficult to top. My apologies for not knowing the author of this bit of philosophy. It comes from a collection of things to keep and reflect on occasionally. Though dated, it is well worth the read.

A farmer is a man
Who works out in the sun,
Wearing out two pairs of britches,
Growing cotton enough for one.

He milks his cows or slops his hogs,
Or feeds his steers too fat.
He starts each year with nothin'
And loses more of that.

At planting time or harvest,
Checking weather by his nose,
What isn't lost to drought or flood,
Is eaten by the crows.

Gamblin' is illegal,
Whether racing horses or a hound,
But day by day he'll get away,
With gambling on the ground.

A boxcar full of fertilizer,
Herbicide and seed.
Couldn't make the best corn plant
Out grow the poorest weed.

The horses have the colic,
He buys a sterile bull.
A coyote got the last chicken,
His ewes lost all their wool.

But the only lines you'll see
Upon his wrinkled face,
Are those that are caused from grinnin'
At the whole danged human race.

The smartest man would starve
Out on the family farm,
But his wife thinks he's a genius,
It doesn't do much harm.

The kids all help their papa
Through the 'work for nothing' stage,
Then they all drive 50 miles to church,
To hear a sermon on minimum wage.

Heaven help the family
That lives off the fat of the land.
Heaven help the nation
That doesn't understand.
I'm not much into poetry, but I am into appreciati... (show quote)


Great poem BF, Thanks for posting it. And thanks Farmer, and Ed, for doing what you do.

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Jan 29, 2021 10:14:56   #
bahmer Loc: Northern Illinois Rockford
 
BadFisherman wrote:
I'm not much into poetry, but I am into appreciating it when the message is conveyed in a way that is difficult to top. My apologies for not knowing the author of this bit of philosophy. It comes from a collection of things to keep and reflect on occasionally. Though dated, it is well worth the read.

A farmer is a man
Who works out in the sun,
Wearing out two pairs of britches,
Growing cotton enough for one.

He milks his cows or slops his hogs,
Or feeds his steers too fat.
He starts each year with nothin'
And loses more of that.

At planting time or harvest,
Checking weather by his nose,
What isn't lost to drought or flood,
Is eaten by the crows.

Gamblin' is illegal,
Whether racing horses or a hound,
But day by day he'll get away,
With gambling on the ground.

A boxcar full of fertilizer,
Herbicide and seed.
Couldn't make the best corn plant
Out grow the poorest weed.

The horses have the colic,
He buys a sterile bull.
A coyote got the last chicken,
His ewes lost all their wool.

But the only lines you'll see
Upon his wrinkled face,
Are those that are caused from grinnin'
At the whole danged human race.

The smartest man would starve
Out on the family farm,
But his wife thinks he's a genius,
It doesn't do much harm.

The kids all help their papa
Through the 'work for nothing' stage,
Then they all drive 50 miles to church,
To hear a sermon on minimum wage.

Heaven help the family
That lives off the fat of the land.
Heaven help the nation
That doesn't understand.
I'm not much into poetry, but I am into appreciati... (show quote)


Amen and Amen

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