Fried tomatoes, Olallieberry Pie;
Poached potatoes, red-necked guys.
Homemade cornbread, buttered-up,
Hot brewed coffee in a cup.
Step-side pick-ups with big wheels;
John Deere tractors in the fields.
Weathered boots, ol’ blue jeans;
Corn-cob pipes, Ma’s string beans.
Life is tough; that’s no lie.
Hands are rough; smooth don’t fly.
Work by dawn, bed by dusk,
Active bodies never rust.
Sweet tomatoes, Olallieberry Pie;
Loads of grain, miles of sky.
Horses, cows, goats & hens;
Farm-hand’s toil never ends.
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