by Barbara Stanley

Created on: May 29, 2011

The Joy of Hard Work

He toils in the sun until darkness falls.

His hands get so dirty when he cleans the barn stalls.

He plows the large fields and plants the long rows,

then he weeds and waters as the money crop grows.

He never complains when it's time to toil;

My dad works long hours as he turns the rich soil.

He milks the brown cows and feeds the large hogs

and lets them all wallow in the big muddy bogs.

Before the sun rises, my dad is at work

leading horses to graze on the grass by the brook.

He tells us he loves the things that he does;

hard work has changed him from the boy that he was.

Life is just a cycle from death to new life

and each life is filled with both gladness and strife.

The farmer knows joy with kids and a wife

as he toils in the sun for the rest of his life.

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