by Carlos F. Carter

he toils his soil with much love and devotion
then he plants his seeds with much eager emotion
he waters his seeds from a fountain of love
which flows from his heart
he gets strength from above
he's a wise ole man
a farmer by trade
not one better from heaven that God could have made
a descendant from a slave
a survivor and a do'er
there has never been a man
any kinder any truer,
this ole man
this ole farmer

now, soon

as time passes by
as things that are born, they are sure to die
we question not why, but rely on our faith
as the farmer has done for his harvest he waits
then, as his land bears up its' fruit
he'll feel his labor was not in vain
nor the follies of his youth
he'll reflect on memories of the past
and bless the spirits from whence he came
for the harvest he now reaps will bear
the honor of his name
and everyday that i live to see
reflections of the farmer
will be seen in me
his harvest
his fruit
his soil

dedicated to the memory of my grandfather Mr. John Carter
i am you, you are me and we are together
in spirit always. rest in peace.

Farmer by Carlos F. Carter

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