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FARMERS LOVING CARE

Rhyme

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There was a forest by
O Mighty Forest though
Trees fell fruit
And seeds in plenty

The farmer in his farmland
Walked through with variety
He saw the fruit and seed
The forest could come in

Stopped by he pondered
And picked the most bounty
He planted the seeds in
Soil and Marshes through

Up came the sunlight
Down poured the merry rain
Seeds in the soil grew
Plenty restless 

Tender life shoots
O what a beauty sight
Filled the farm land
With the farmer in tow-town

The Farmers loving care
Nurtured the fine shoots
Up grew them through
With plenty food fertilized

There were pests and
There were visitors
The Farmer was there to cover
The Farmland smiled And
Up grew them further

Seasons changed and
People moved while there
Was one solid Presence
Who but our very own
Mr. Farmer with his
Loving care.

The shoots and tender
Grew tall and stronger
The Farmers nudge gently
Only to fine bloom then

He worked hard and dreamed
Of a beautiful wonderland
His fondly called Farmland
That he tended with
Loving care.


The Morning dew fell on
the misty fields with
Birds and plenty good
All flocked all around

The Farmer let them in
Only where they not hinder
His Farmland the best one
In around All town.

Days passed and the
Farm grew into a fine
Forest just like the one
The Farmer had wandered on.
 
Children came visiting
People praising
Animal flock thriving
In the Farmers tendered land.

When we went to see
The Farmers pride and joy
We saw but one thing
There was nothing called
A sorrow.

We stood awestruck
At the Farmers place and
When we were thinking
Which was the beginning
The Forest or the
Farmland.

The Farmland stood tall
The answer none sought
And it never mattered
All it said was the quiet
Whisper of his Loving Care.

Here we showed the glimpse
Of a simple most life thing
The feeling is  complete
The poem though justice not.

The Farmer would still be
A happy person because
All he needs is his farmland
To give his gentle care.

Glory be the Farmer
And his wonderland
Many more may there be
Such beauty on earth then
With earths smile due to
A Farmer's loving care.
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