Where sun meets soil, the tale begins,
Of calloused hands and quiet wins.
The plow’s slow rhythm, the earth’s embrace,
A farmer’s hymn in time and space.
The corn grows tall, a golden sea,
Bowing to wind’s soft melody.
Each stalk a promise, each field a vow,
The fruit of sweat, the labor of now.
......
Empyrean drops,
Monument of July,
The pluvial chapter of life...
O July of enfeebled yolk,
Dispenser of splendour of sempervirence,
God has watered your tongue.
Therefore, pour, July, pour
The essence of life,
The grit of living
......
I belonged to a family of farmers, we had farmed for generations;
And we were true to our land, as blooms loyal to sweet sensations.
I knew the fierce satisfaction, only derived from working the land;
And sometimes it delivered surprises, yielding more than planned.
We worked a large Kansas farm, my siblings, our families and me,
As creamy stars labor at vivid midnight, to tell their lustrous story!
By our combined efforts we prospered, like noonday sunshine gold,
......
Where sun meets soil, the tale begins,
Of calloused hands and quiet wins.
The plow’s slow rhythm, the earth’s embrace,
A farmer’s hymn in time and space.
The corn grows tall, a golden sea,
Bowing to wind’s soft melody.
Each stalk a promise, each field a vow,
The fruit of sweat, the labor of now.
......
Empyrean drops,
Monument of July,
The pluvial chapter of life...
O July of enfeebled yolk,
Dispenser of splendour of sempervirence,
God has watered your tongue.
Therefore, pour, July, pour
The essence of life,
The grit of living
......
I belonged to a family of farmers, we had farmed for generations;
And we were true to our land, as blooms loyal to sweet sensations.
I knew the fierce satisfaction, only derived from working the land;
And sometimes it delivered surprises, yielding more than planned.
We worked a large Kansas farm, my siblings, our families and me,
As creamy stars labor at vivid midnight, to tell their lustrous story!
By our combined efforts we prospered, like noonday sunshine gold,
......