Work together to give us grain,
Waiting and watching,
Caring, protecting and praying.
Putting off paying the bills
Until the crop is in the bin.
One never knows,
Fortunes can turn in an instant
With wind gone mad and hail,
Insects and drought,
Fire or disease.
Working together, month after month, to bring the crop to harvest.
the abuse the body takes.
Pulling against plow and disc,Bars and gears to do the work of many men, alone with a machine.