FARM TUFF

All iron smelted in the field Zero inclusions 100% is my yield working on my lines while I'm breaking up the field. A tractor behind my hands is the weapon that I wield. I choose this life over fortune and fame. I choose not to have everyone know my name. I lay my label down in the dirt. With all the pain I suffer I will never feel hurt as the light of the land lifts my spirits high. I will forever be remembered a spirit in the sky. Looking down on the land that I once used to tend my existence forever. My presence never ends every blade of grass and every seed that grows is my legacy my DNA. My generation grows the lives I leave behind with the seed that I once grew. This will be the starting of the life that grew as you, yes you are my child. You have a piece of me. It's rooted in your DNA like the roots of a sprouting tree. I'll help you grow tall and strong instill the actions of Rights and wrongs to jog your memory from the past. I'll write these words in hopes they last just pull them up when you seem weary. Remember your father when you grow teary for these times will come and go. But remember you'll have me to help you grow a man who wouldn't even take no for an answer.
 Through tumbled times and sheer disaster I found open dirt to plant a new seed through all this life 's need for greed which is what I tried to avoid and fled. Designed my own field and made my own bed so I could lay down new roots for you that you took over and strongly grew. This isn't the story. This isn't a rhyme. This is reality and very true. I had broken wings that I fixed. Then I flew. I soared through skies of darkness and thunder was left drenched broken to wonder if I'd ever take flight again
. I worked hard my wings to mend. They opened up wide caught wind as my flight again begins. Looking over all the losses lost in the distance now only wins these winds kick my wings up. Help me fly as all the losses I wave. Goodbye and thank God for giving me a second try