PLANTIN' time's already here And will soon be gone; Hoein' time will soon appear As the year rolls on; Soon, before we know it, 'most, Hayin' days will dawn. See the farmer on his land— Doesn't look so glum; See him swing his broadcast hand— Knows the seed will "come:" Earth is sayin' things to him And he isn't dumb. Fog and rain and sun and air Are a-helpin' all; Whether it is foul or fair, Whether Spring or Fall, Seems as though a hidden force Answers back his call. Happy farmer—happy days— Waitin' Autumn's yield; Doin' what his conscience says In his little field; Happier he than hero dead Borne upon his shield. Hoein' time is pretty near— Scumble out the hoes; Hayin' time will soon be here As the grinstone knows; Then will come the harvest home, Then the Winter's snows. Ain't it great and ain't it fine How the seasons roll! Earth a reg'lar melon mine Under man's control— Hope nobody gains so much As to lose his soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRIGHTNESS AS A POIGNANT LIGHT by DAVID IGNATOW MARCH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE BATTLE OF LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN [NOVEMBER 24, 1863] by GEORGE HENRY BOKER LESSER EPISTLES: TO BERNARD LINTOTT by JOHN GAY ADONAIS; AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF JOHN KEATS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE COLD WAVE OF 32 B.C. by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |