It’s Plow Time

There were so many lovely things,

And joys along the way;

My mind so often wonders,

Of yet another day.

The smell of new turned earth,

Calls back to memory;

A picture of a bare-foot-boy,

Oh, I can plainly see.

The burning of the fence-row,

The smelling of the smoke;

The cows out in the pastures,

For we were country folk.

To see that team of horses,

As the earth turned upside down,

To feel the dirt between the toes,

Where else can such be found?

You felt a-part of mother earth,

The heavens seemed like home,

You shared the toils from day-to-day,

And you never felt alone!

For all of life was part of you,

The stars up in the sky;

And all the things that God has made,

And you never once asked "why?"

For this was life long years ago,

When I was just a boy;

Things seemed so simple way back then,

So full of love and joy.

Oh, work was hard down on the farm,

We all shared in the task;

If you ask me how we so endured,