The Times
You know, the times I best recall
Wherein those lazy days pre-fall
When harvest time was in full swing
And you asked me to do some thing –To help you out with summer tasks
Of summer fallow – least you asked
And I complied but clumsy was
Tried very hard, but more because –I was quite new to farm-type things
Which summer's cyclic life then brings –
So on to driving truck – I was so bored –
I thought my mind would fade, O Lord.The essence of their work I missed
As I did items on their list;
I saw no point – a boring cause
So I walked by a life that was.But Lord, I hear now as I write
You closed my ears, and heart, and sight,
Lest I would find diverting way
And grow not up to face this day.Okay – so farm life winsome is,
At least in concept, if none biz;
But winsome are indeed those ways,
As I look back on former days.‘So, Stu – press on, next pictures make
As you within their lives partake
Of life around you – open eyed
So capture life which you've espied –Not surface just, but way down deep
Lest all of it from memory seep;
The days they were, like Sandy life,
It's fading fast – before their strife.They see it not – life tumbles on
As if they cross some Rubicon
Not seeing, thus by choice to cross,
But crossing nonetheless – great cost.So pictures of ‘what is’ right now
Will later capture change somehow –
With fore and aft outside the frame –
Their lives will soon not be the same.navigation