by Robert Collier
I'm just a farmer,
Plain and simple.
Not of a royal birth
But rather, a worker of the earth.
I know not of riches
But rather, of patches on my britches
I know of draught and rain,
Of pleasure and pain.
I know of the good and the
bad,
The happy and the sad.
I am a man of emotions.
A man who loves this land,
And the beauty of its sand.
I know of a spring's fresh
flow
And autumn's golden glow,
Of a newborn calf's hesitation,
And the eagle's destination.
I know of tall pines,
And long, waiting lines.
Of the warmth of campfires,
And the agony of flat tires.
But I am a man who loves his
job
And the life I live.
I am a man who works with God,
I cannot succeed without his help,
For you see,
I'm just a farmer
Plain and simple.
Born and raised on a 200 acre dairy farm in the land of nothing but rocks and lakes, northern Minnesota, I learned to farm the hard way at an early age.
In 1954 we were lucky enough to be able to buy a new Ford 8N tractor. That tractor is still on the farm working and looking just as good as the day it was delivered.
Since those days, I have moved on to bigger and more powerful equipment. Its still a tough way to make a living but its does have a few creature comforts that we weren't afforded back in the days of my youth.