A Plowman's Epitaph

I want to say a personal "thank you,' to you, if you are a farmer or know someone who is a farmer, because in my view, they are all priceless members of our society.

What would it be like to sit down at my dining table and there were nothing to eat? Horrible, I can answer that.

But for many men, women, and children across our world mostly in third-world countries who experience this tragic sight each mealtime comes.

I urge you to join me in a campaign to "cut back" a little each time a meal is served. That way, food won't be wasted and just possibly, a few more hungry people will be fed.

It all starts with me.

Thanks again, farmers.

KENNETH

Yummy, this is great!
Yummy, this is great! | Source
I could eat this everyday.
I could eat this everyday. | Source
What a sandwich!
What a sandwich! | Source
Hungry? I've never felt that feeling.
Hungry? I've never felt that feeling. | Source
Eat up!
Eat up! | Source
What's left in his fields after he's gone
What's left in his fields after he's gone

In honor of our plowmen and farmers

True heroes, the plowmen, never wore colors of honor
True heroes, the plowmen, never wore colors of honor
One day 'til the next. Work the fields.
One day 'til the next. Work the fields. | Source
A farmer is either one of two things: a gambler or a man of faith.
A farmer is either one of two things: a gambler or a man of faith. | Source
Surveying the day's labors.
Surveying the day's labors. | Source

Mander, pander, garden and hoe

Sweat, grime, glory and soul

Pain, rain, dream and sing

Shadow, wallow, plan and pan

Daybreak, God's sake, penny and pride

Wife, life, children and strife

Blood, water mud, and cattle cud

Worn shoes, blues, raven as he flew

Bread, bed, light, groping for sight

Age, rage, elder sage, what have I to hold?

Thorns, corns, scars and briers

Useless words no one heard, why am I so old?

Stench, death the wench, her twinkle in shaky hand I clinch

Coffin, walking, sing and sag

Winter bitter, sore and lag

Dim sight, no sunlight, clothes of ragged rag

Glimpse, crimps, goodbye, no more

Salt, sugar, snuff, my patches tore

Wind sharp, angel's harp, my last open door

Gone, bone, candle born, silent horn

Vapor mist, exhausted-kiss, a dying fist

Flowers, towers, applause is sick

Preaching, beseeching, willow be dead

Dreams, beams, willow be dead

A lifetime of labor now comfort for the crow
A lifetime of labor now comfort for the crow

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Sueswan 2 years ago

A beautiful tribute to farmers Kenneth. Voted up and sharing


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Jodah 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

I great tribute to our farmers who deserve many more accolades then they get. You are so right, if it wasn't for these tenacious men and women we wouldn't have much food on our tables. Wonderful poem too. Voted up.


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MsDora 2 years ago from The Caribbean

The farmers deserve our applause. Nowadays they face more struggles than ever --with the government, with the weather etc. to get the food to market. Thank you for taking the lead on this.


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BlossomSB 2 years ago from Victoria, Australia

I grow a few vegetables in my tiny garden, but they certainly wouldn't sustain me. Hats off to all the farmers who work such long, physical hours to get that food on the table - and in all weathers, too. Great choice of a theme for a poem.


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b. Malin 2 years ago

Your Tribute to the Farmers is Beautiful, well deserved, and poignant to read. The Pictures are Wonderful too.

My votes of UP & Beautiful go to you.


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kenneth avery 2 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Dearest Sueswan,

Thank you so much for the kind words you said about this hub. I grew up with a farmer. My dad. He worked so hard and never complained.

I never went to bed hungry.

Love you, my friend.


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kenneth avery 2 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hey, Jodah,

I am indebted to you and all of my followers for all of the sweet and kind thoughts you have shared with me.

Thanks is certainly not enough, but 'tis all that I have.

Peace.


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kenneth avery 2 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Ms. Dora,

It has been a long time since I have heard your kind words. And I thank you for taking time to read and comment on this hub.

My friend, you are much-appreciated.


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kenneth avery 2 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hi, Blossom SB,

You may not know it, but your small garden just might be enough to feed you and your loved one in the future if our world economy should shut down as the noted economists are predicting.

Just keep on growing your vegetables and preserving them as best you can for you never can predict what our world will do.

Visit with me anytime.


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kenneth avery 2 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

b. Malin,

Thank you so very much for your kind comments. And your votes too. I did my best to give our farmers a word or two of my appreciation.

Farmers, like teachers, are two of the most under-appreciated groups of people I know.

There are more I know, but these two groups of people stay strong on my mind.

Peace to you.

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