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| Marybeth |
Posted - Jan 29 2008 : 07:51:23 AM
A well known and resprcted 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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| Marybeth |
Posted - Jan 29 2008 : 08:24:29 AM
Thanks Jonni, nice to know. MB
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| KYgurlsrbest |
Posted - Jan 29 2008 : 08:02:36 AM
Hey Marybeth...according to a british site, it was written in 1865 by a man named Thomas Marfell who was a founder of the Grange clubs, adopted here in the US.
I love it...knew it had to have been written by a brit when it spoke of lawns and bowers. What a nice thing to have printed in an obit--sums it up perfectly.
Farmgirl Sister #80, thanks to a very special farmgirl from the Bluegrass..."She was built like a watch, a study in balance ... with a neck and head so refined, like a drawing by DaVinci"...
NY Newsday sportswriter Bill Nack describing filly, Ruffian.
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| Tammy Claxton |
Posted - Jan 29 2008 : 07:57:30 AM
Such a sweet poem. I think it sums up a farmer's life perfectly. Thanks for sharing with us!
What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger!
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