"My Farm"

I clipped this poem from a farming publication years ago, when we had first began farming.  I think it sums up farming well :)

My Farm

 

My farm to me is not just land

Where bare, unpainted buildings stand -

To me, my farm is nothing less

Than all created loveliness.

My farm is not where I must soil

My hands in endless dreary toil

But where, through seed and swelling pod,

I've learned to walk and talk with God.

My farm, to me, is not a place

Outmoded by the modern race

For here, I think, I just see less

Of evil, greed, and selfishness.

My farm's a haven – here dwells rest,

Security and happiness -

Whate'er befalls the world outside

Here faith and hope and love abide.

And so my farm is not just land

Where bare unpainted buildings stand -

To me, my farm is nothing less

Than all God's hoarded loveliness.

Author Unknown