What Made You
Think of Farming

by Cheryl J. Howell
1973, revised May 20, 2012

What made you think of farming,
And want to work the ground.
There must be a reward now
In the work that you have found.

Why did you choose the farm, Dad
To raise hogs, cattle and grain,
To sweat in the sun and dirt,
Netting little in the game?

Is it the pride you must feel
When looking on fields so green,
Of corn and beans, growing well
And the year's the best you've seen?

Isn't there satisfaction
Working there with your own hands,
Tho' grease and toil have stained them
From all the job's tough demands.

What do you think of this life,
Now that you've taken the test,
Living by the sun and soil,
Knowing hardships and the rest?

A farmer will never change,
Or take up another trade.
Once he's tasted the farm life,
His decision has been made.

© 2012 Cheryl J. Howell. All rights reserved.
Photo by G.W. Grimm-Howell
Central Indiana Farm