Monday, July 9, 2012

To Every Thing...A Season

Chilmark Hay, 1951 by Thomas Hart Benton

©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson

From break of dawn till setting sun,
he worked until the work was done.
No perks, no flex-time, no review,
just midday sun and morning dew.

He broke the ground and planted deep,
sowed only seeds he chose to reap,
petitioned God to fill his plate,
and thanked Him for the food he ate.

With plow and pasture as world view,
his was a simple time...and true.
•••
Sad seeds of change are ours to reap,
a time to lose, a time to weep,
a time to mourn what time won't keep . . .
the work-worn hands, the weathered face,
the sense of self, the sense of place,
the land, the innocence, the grace.

To every thing, there is a season...and a time to every purpose under the heaven.
Ecclesiastes 3:7

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31 comments:

Karen Mortensen said...

I have got to increase my vocabulary when I comment here. All I can say is wow, and it gave me goose bumps again. That was wonderful. Reminds me of my father-in-law who was a farmer.

Kristin said...

OooOoo! So lovely . . . . makes me wax nostalgic for sure . . .

Kristin

Ginny Brannan said...

Would that things could stay as simple as they once were, when people took pride in hard work and reaped the reward. This is lovely.

Karen S. said...

You are so right! Bring us to the simple (blessful) way.....everyday!

anitamombanita said...

Beautiful!

Maybe we should take a different approach to our book...maybe this time we should take YOUR poems and I have to create images to illustrate them. Hmmm...now there's a fun idea... I might get working on that faster than our BOM project... ;)

Em said...

i really connected to this one. might be my new favorite:)

Brian Miller said...

there is a time for everything...i think farmers def understand that...and dependence...we have def lost much of that along the way...

Daydreamertoo said...

And time waits for no man. Sometimes I feel it is so sad that we all have X amount of years and no more. Especially so, when those years are all filled with nothing but hard work.
This is lovely Sue.

Berowne said...

Beautifully expressed...

Darlene said...

Wow!

Laraine Eddington said...

This made me think of how I grew up. The work was never done. Lovely.

JDaniel4's Mom said...

So well said!He did so much for us!

Helen said...

.. a time to sow, a time to reap ~ love how you incorporated this in your lovely poem.

Lisalulu said...

I liked this VERY much! love the scripture and love the thoughts~

karen said...

Reminded me of visiting relatives in Utah when I was a child on their working farms. People worked physically hard back then, but it also seems like things were a bit simpler and clear cut. But maybe not.

Leovi said...

Great poem.

Amy said...

This is magnificent. I had to read it almost with a bit of reverence. Beautiful.

Momza said...

another gift. you are so generous. thank you.

Dixie Mom said...

Makes me wish for days gone by and makes me want to hug a farmer. :)

yaya said...

Beautifully said Sue. It was a time that maybe wasn't so "simple" but it did have more "grace". Many people think that they would like to go back to simpler times but are we really willing to give up the cell, the TV, the AC...we have so many more conveniences but are always rushing, feeling like we have no time. It was also a time when "right and wrong" was easier to understand. It was easier to tell what season you were really in.

Eva Gallant said...

I grew up on a farm....memories!

Pondside said...

How beautiful that was. I thought of my grandfather, and how hard he worked, until he was a very old man - no retirement for him.

LeAnn said...

This poem reminded me of my own father. Just a very hard working good man. He was a farmer and a rancher and I miss him a lot. He loved poetry; so he would have loved this one.
Blessings!

Kay said...

just lovely....x

Little Nell said...

To everything there is a season, a cycle and a rhythm, and it was echoed in your poem.

Caroline said...

Oh I cried reading this Sue! It was beautiful as all of your work is.


Gil works so hard every single day too. I know when his retirement comes, it will be a sweet day.

God fills our plates too--I love how you worded that--and this verse in Ecclesiastes is one of my favorites. I say it out loud quite often, actually.

Tess Kincaid said...

Lovely...I come from a long line of farm-folk...

Doctor FTSE said...

Lovely poetry. Well done.

Grace said...

Beautiful words ~ I love it ~

annell said...

Very nice job and so well with the image! I knew him.

Grandma Honey said...

I think this is so hard to remember sometimes. We want what we want when we want it. But there is a time and season for everything. You said it so beautifully Sue, as always.

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