As the wind blows
Across the field
Through the trees
I begin to ponder
Whose spell I'm under
The growing clouds
The driving rain
The roll of thunder
To live on a farm
Is being true to Yourself
To follow your heart
Farming is a way of life
Being one with nature
It is like being under
An awesome spell
One you never
Get over
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Author:
Tony36 (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments4
Painted a picture I could imagine.
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Not a HEX BUT, RATHER, A HEALING CAST DOWN UPON YOU FROM THE HEAVENS..I LIKE IT
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YOU ARE BLESSED TONY ~ Because you are a Farmer ~ You have to live and work according to the Laws of God our Creator ~ or perish ! You are nearer God's heart on a Working Farm than anyhere else on Earth. I am a Conservation Scientist and I have spent time on Farms and with Farmers many of whom are Christians. All Farmers PRAY ! Thanks for sharing BRIAN
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Excellent job here Tony...great write
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