122922 song Down On the Farm

Down On the Farm

A life that’s hewn of nature’s boon

On prairie hinterlands

What grows in June is gone so soon

To stubbled Winter lands

The grass in all our rural ditches

Will wave as we drive past

But turn when farmer’s tractor hitches

And plows the seeds they’d cast

When flush and green in Summertime

The cornfields’ forecast yields

Will welcome rain some other time

When drought may threaten fields

So good they plant all pastures wide

And smooth out many hills

Denude our poor dear countryside

Where rivers weave their wills

The commerce gained is hard to beat

Both farm and taxman win

When grass across the state repeat

It’s best its all plowed in

Now we regret and rue the day

We realize it’s gone

Our truffula trees, Seuss might say

We wince and then move on

The greed of man is mixed up in

Dominion over Earth

We take from it a glutton’s sin

The extra little worth

Still headlong man will plow along

Poor planning for tomorrow

Our place in nature now all wrong

From Mars we’ll have to borrow