A friend recently told me his grandpa had passed away. His granddad had farmed in the same community his whole life — he was 90 and was still active, he had even helped with the lengthy weather-ravaged harvest this past fall. From the stories I heard from the combine, I knew he must be loved by many. The impact he had on others was also clear as the community mourned him — 500 or so people came out to show their sympathy. What a tribute!
The following poem was this grandpa’s favorite and was read as part of the eulogy. Glad to say I know quite a few men and women this poem could be about and, to all of them, I want to say thank you. And I don’t want to wait on paying tribute to you. Oh and for those on twitter, I’ll say it in hashtag form too #thankafarmer. I hope you combine the humility of this poem, with a sense of pride as you tell your story.
I’m Just a Farmer, Plain and Simple
By Bobby Collier
I’m just a farmer,
Plain and simple.
Not of a royal birth
But rather, a worker of the earth.
I know not of riches
But rather, of patches on my britches
I know of draught and rain,
Of pleasure and pain.
I know of the good and the bad,
The happy and the sad.
I am a man of emotions.
A man who loves this land,
And the beauty of its sand.
I know of a spring’s fresh flow
And autumn’s golden glow,
Of a newborn calf’s hesitation,
And the eagle’s destination.
I know of tall pines,
And long, waiting lines.
Of the warmth of campfires,
And the agony of flat tires.
But I am a man who loves his job
And the life I live.
I am a man who works with God,
I cannot succeed without his help,
For you see,
I’m just a farmer
Plain and simple.
(Editor’s note: I found this poem posted in lots of places around the internet but could not find a way to link back tot he author or his family. I’d love to be able to do that and pay tribute to them as well so if anyone has an idea, just let me know. Thanks!)