PLANTIN' time's already here And will soon be gone; Hoein' time will soon appear As the year rolls on; Soon, before we know it, 'most, Hayin' days will dawn. See the farmer on his land— Doesn't look so glum; See him swing his broadcast hand— Knows the seed will "come:" Earth is sayin' things to him And he isn't dumb. Fog and rain and sun and air Are a-helpin' all; Whether it is foul or fair, Whether Spring or Fall, Seems as though a hidden force Answers back his call. Happy farmer—happy days— Waitin' Autumn's yield; Doin' what his conscience says In his little field; Happier he than hero dead Borne upon his shield. Hoein' time is pretty near— Scumble out the hoes; Hayin' time will soon be here As the grinstone knows; Then will come the harvest home, Then the Winter's snows. Ain't it great and ain't it fine How the seasons roll! Earth a reg'lar melon mine Under man's control— Hope nobody gains so much As to lose his soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PUSSY-WILLOW TIME by ROBERT FROST ON THE BRINK by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE LARK ASCENDING by GEORGE MEREDITH THE BELLS OF LONDON by MOTHER GOOSE WHAT THE BIRDS SAID by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE COLLAR-BONE OF A HARE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |