Water drops off every building,
Street sign and street light
In town. Cars splashing through
Puddles--not a good night.
Those who have to go out in it,
To work or go to school--will
Soon be dripping wet like everything
Else and can feel a chill.
So far, it's been a wet Spring
Here--very wet. Can't get to
The fields to do anything. They're
A sad, water logged view
We're at the mercy of the
Weather--be it rain, hail,
Freeze or drought. We just pray
For the crops not to fail.
It takes grit, courage, and love
Of the land to be a farmer. Some
Are just starting, and others have
Been at it for generations.
They're part of the Heartland
You hear others talk about.
There will always be farmers
Somewhere--of that there is no doubt.
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