I watch the farmers in their fields And marvel secretly. They are so very calm and sure, They have such dignity. They know such simple things so well, Although their learning's small, They find a steady, brown content Where some find none at all. And all their quarrelings with God Are soon made up again; They grant forgiveness when He sends His silver, tardy rain. Their pleasure is so grave and full When gathered crops are trim, You know they think their work was done In partnership with Him. Then, why, when there are fields to buy, And little fields to rent, Do I still love so foolishly Wisdom and discontent? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOODSMOKE AT 70 by HAYDEN CARRUTH ANGLOSAXON STREET by EARL (EARLE) BIRNEY TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME by ROBERT HERRICK ON SENESIS' MUMMY by LEONIE ADAMS EPITAPH by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |