FARMHOUSE WINDOWS


Now close all the windows and hush all the fields
The farmer has gone to his rest.
No more will he struggle against all odds,
No more will he be put to the test.

Now close all the windows and hush all the fields
No more ploughing and reaping.
No more long days of work in weather obscene
His memory we should be keeping.

Now close all the windows and hush all the fields
They were the heart of this man !
Each morning heíd wake and from this window
The fields of his farm he would scan.

Now close all the windows and hush all the fields
Letís try to keep the pain outside.
Tears are flowing and we just ache
With a pain we cannot hide.

Now close all the windows and hush all the fields
To keep his memory within
A comfortable farmhouse which sheltered
So many of his kith and kin.

Now open all the windows and wake all the fields
We should be true to this man,
Letís struggle and work on this old farm
Doing the best that we can.


© Linda J. Vaughan


14th. March 2005


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