farmer’s sigh

As I lay me down to sleep
Coyotes yowl, pups pip-squeak
In forest, field, they creep

If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
(Promises, to keep.)

Softly blows grass-scented breeze
And as sun sets atop the trees
A tractor rumbles, deep

Day is long for those who make
Living by hoe, scythe, and rake
Re-engineered, scaled so steep

Workday done, night is nigh
A deep breath, sweet lullaby
Farm and fields shall sleep

Near the dawn, my farmer wakes
Rising, sighing, greets the day
Promises to keep.

~René Morley

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