As we enjoy the lovely balmy weather, a soft poem like the sound
of spring rain to refresh us all:
Dirt Farmer
by Arden Anthony
He finds beauty among these simple things;
The path a plow makes n the rich, red loam,
Gay sun-gold in ripe wheat — a plover’s wings —
A cowbell, tinkling as the herd comes home.
He treads the soil, with earth-love in his heart;
Watches the young crops spring from fertile ground,
Loves the warm rain that makes the peach buds start,
Land — and a man — in close communion bound!
