Farmers…

I thought I would share this today~it’s pretty cute…

So God made a Farmer
by Paul Harvey

And on the eighth day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said “I
need a caretaker.”
– So God made a Farmer

God said “I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk the cows,
work all day in the field, milk cows again, eat supper then go to town and
stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board.”
– So God made a Farmer

“I need somebody with arms strong enough to wrestle a calf and yet gentle
enough to deliver his own grandchild; somebody to call hogs, tame
cantankerous machinery, come home hungry, have to await lunch until his wife’s done
feeding visiting ladies, then tell the ladies to be sure and come back real
soon, and mean it.”
– So God made a Farmer

God said “I need somebody willing to sit up all night with an newborn
colt, and watch it die, then dry his eyes and say ‘maybe next year’. I need
somebody who can shape an axe handle from a persimmon sprout, shoe a horse
with a hunk of car tire, who can make a harness out of hay wire, feed sacks and
shoe straps, who at planting time and harvest season will finish his 40
hour week by Tuesday noon and then, paining from tractor back, will put in
another 72 hours.”
– So God made a Farmer

God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get
the hay in ahead of the rain, and yet stop in midfield and race to help when
he sees first smoke from a neighbor’s place.
– So God made a Farmer

God said “I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bales,
yet gentle enough to wean lambs and pigs and tend to pink combed pullets; who
will stop his mower for an hour to splint the broken leg of a meadowlark.
It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight and not cut corners;
somebody to seed, weed, breed, and rake and disk and plow and plant and tie the
fleece and strain the milk and replenish the self-feeder and a hard week’s
work with a five-mile drive to church. Somebody who would bale a family
together with the soft, strong bonds of sharing; who would laugh and then
sigh, and reply with smiling eyes when his son says he want to spend his life
doing what Dad does.”