I am dedicating this post
To my dad, thankful he is
Still with us.
Rex Childs
And my two farmer
Grand-fathers.
W.C. Mock
Woodrow Childs
Who are now at rest
In a better place.
Hayden Childs
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At The End of The Row…
I wandered from the city,
With its noise and dusty streets,
And walked out in the country,
Where the air was pure and sweet.
And as I looked around me,
‘Twas in the early morn,
Across the hill I saw then,
A farmer plowing corn.
It seemed that in an instant,
The scene changed to long ago,
And I, a little child again,
Was following in the row,
As I often did behind my dad,
We must hoe the corn just so
And if we did, dad always said…
You may rest at the end of the row.
I see it now, the same old field,
Dad sweating at the plow.
We children following with our hoes,
With him to show us how
And he always said…
Now do it right and cut the weeds as you go.
And if we did what father said,
We could rest at the end of the row.
The years have flown,
We children grown and father is here no more,
But now I gaze on that field of corn,
Like we hoed in the days of yore,
And compare this life to that field of corn,
As we toil here below,
For father had said if we do our work right,
We’ll rest at the end of the row.
- Ed Smithson
***
International Harvester – Craig Morgan
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C5mV2KFRWrI
John Deere Green – Joe Diffie
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=61iBjauq3Rc
This is My Dirt – Justin Moore
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCVlmtT2uDk
