THERE ONCE LIVED A MAN
Many lifetimes ago there lived a youthful man,
He worked hard, he did all that a man can.
On his farm, awoke when the rooster said,
Watched the sunrise, breakfast began his day.
A simple man who worked hard on his land,
Crops in the field, a little money in his hand.
He had a wife with a pretty smile,
She was there when the day was done,
As he walked in from the setting sun.
Supper on the table, tired was this man and wife,
A warm fire and some conversation till sleep set in their eyes.
Children were grown, an adventure of their own,
A mother, a father, in a home now alone,
There once was a man who loved all that he had.
Keith Garrett
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Life seemed so much easier back then…
In some way, hardships, only different.
On Tue, Sep 10, 2019 at 1:33 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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love it
Thanks so much,
Your words draw appreciation to this way of life . . . living on and working the land. I taught many years in Montana where I was immersed in this way of life. There are days when I miss it.
I would love to live in Montana.
On Fri, Sep 13, 2019 at 4:31 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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