My heart goes out to them,
these farmers
tillers of the land, winds making
them kneel to nature’s ill
will, floodwaters
emaciating fields anxious for planting
growth restrained without seeding.
Escaping to higher heights as
waters flow menacingly, breaking records
for suddenness and depth of meanness,
towns in Manitoba
Saskatchewan, names like Killarney,
Kindersley, Bossewan, stretching
resources to the limit during
the period of almost summer 2010.
Why not let it be the way it was
before the rains came calling?
© 2010 Richard L. Provencher
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/
Comments
skinner_jennifer | December 15, 2011 - 10:04
I can feel the real passion for what you're writing
about in this piece of writing, it comes through so
well, almost like you've been to this place you talk
about and seen it all.
I too feel for those farmers and tillers of the
land, where ever they may be, because they do work
so hard, the back breaking work, that we take for
granted.
Thankyou for sharing.
Jenny.
Richard L. Prov... | December 15, 2011 - 12:50
Thank you Jenny. Yes, dad was raised on a farm along with his five brothers. When they all signed up to go and fight for King and country in WW 11, granddad had to sell the farm, since he could not afford to hire any help. Thankfully, all brothers survived the war. This poem is about that terrible flood which was a tough one for Western Canadian farmers. Merry Christmas, from Richard & Esther Provencher
Richard L. Prov... | December 15, 2011 - 12:52
Richard L. Provencher
Cavalcaderl | December 18, 2011 - 00:23
new Richard L.Prov..
Hi! Richard very well explained,
poem on farmer's. I tell it was a true
experiences,like Jenny said too, agree with her
Merry Christmas Richard to you and Esther
Deep snow expected,pray it go somewhere else.
Good see your writng. Take care and snug and warm.
cavalcaderl julie xx