[Ed. Note] We published this poem, which speaks of the "Old McDonalds Farm" type of farm life and animal exploitation, because it rarely exists today, and shows the stark difference between a bygone era and the horrors of today's factory farms. See: www.all-creatures.org/anex/
His shoulders bent from milking
His hands are rough and dry
In rain and snow he labors
As under fair blue sky...
His days begin 'fore daybreak
With sounds of rooster crow
In heat of day he sows his seed
He and God watch them grow...
His face is worn and weathered
'Neath a battered hat of straw
His watchful squinting eye gleams
As crows circle yelling....."CAW!"
The glow of red tomatoes
And fields of yellow corn
Gathering speckled hen eggs
Or to help a calf being born...
The smell of rich dark earth
Under hooves and steel-edged plow
The cheep of baby chicks
And the squealing of a sow...
From his sunrise to his sunset
He deals with life and death
A favorite horse that passes
And a new foal takes first breath..
With his two hands he nurtures life
With knowing love and care
This love of earth and growing things
Is a gift of beauty rare......
(c) M. Linda Steffey 1990