Fence Post Diaries

Dear Lord, I don’t ask for too much
A happy family, rain, & such

But there is one thing I’d bring to your attention
So small, hardly worth a mention

That someday, when the land is paid
And our hair is gone or grayed

That, when we’re done with our turn on the land
It goes to others who understand

They plant a miracle with each and every seed
An unsuspecting world’s hopes and dreams

It takes special people to comprehend
That flood & drought are part of Your plans

May it be people wise enough to take pity
On those in supermarket aisles in the city

Many of which are so unaware
Of the Great Cycle in which they share

Dear Lord, they are so many and we are so few
May our replacements not despair as we sometimes do

Or take a walk in grass so tall
That next year, becomes a new shopping mall

May their children grow up to see the reward
In the hard day’s work their friends ignored

I know this is a lot Lord, there’s just one more thing
That these people see the reward this job brings

It won’t be trophies or plaques on the wall
There may never be a single “thank you” at all

There will be times when they lose sight
Of why they watched over this cow all night

As she delivers that calf and then just dies
Please step in and answer their “Why’s”

We’re a dying breed and we need them all
Another generation to carry the ball

A respect for your ways and love of the land
Just can’t be found in corporate plans

Please dear Lord, I know this is bold,
But grant me this peace as I’m growing old,

The knowledge another family will follow our way
And care for this land ‘til their dying day.