Posted 09-09-2004 at 15:02:54
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Thought you all would enjoy this. I got it off AG Online.
A poem: How many acres do you farm?
"How many acres do you farm?" people will ask.
Answering that question is not an easy task.
Why is answering that question so tough?
Sometimes it's too many, sometimes not enough.
About the first of the year, I plan for my needs
By ordering fertilizer, herbicide, and seeds.
And the machinery in the shed over there,
It all seems to be in need of repair.
The expenses are listed in a kind of rank
And then it's time to go to the bank.
The first of the year the banker and I meet
To see what has changed on my balance sheet.
We go over my assets and then my liabilities
And guess the crop year to the best of our abilities.
I'll have some income and lots of cost.
Let's hope for an early spring and a late frost.
Through facts and figures we start to dig
And I begin to think my farm's too big.
We weigh things over with an occasional edit
To finally come up with a line of credit.
I sign my name. That's it for the year.
If it all works out, I'll have nothing to fear.
Winter is ending and it's almost spring
But March is here with one last thing.
The bill for property taxes is in my hand.
It looks to me like I have too much land.
Then the treasurer tells me the charge
And for awhile, my farm is too large.
When spring arrives with the warming sun
Planting is here and time to be done.
We load our planters and then we begin
Our race to finish getting our seed in.
We travel across our fields fast as we can
‘Cause early planting was part of the plan.
And if things go easily and not too tough,
I'm thinking my farm's not big enough.
After everything's planted and looking good,
I'll look for more land in the neighborhood.
But if the spring is wet and planting is late,
My farm's too big as I sit and wait.
Weeks go by and as the summer begins,
We spray our crops and empty our bins.
Big equipment lets us work with ease.
I will farm more land. It'll be a breeze.
Then days get shorter and autumn is near,
In just a few weeks harvest is here.
I look at the fields waiting to be done.
A trouble free fall makes the work fun.
But bad weather with too much repair
Makes a harvest with lots of despair.
Well, is my farm small, big, or big enough?
Who thought an answer would be so tough.
When times are good, I want more land
And when things go wrong, it's not so grand.
It's not those acres that make my day.
It's lots of bushels that make this place pay.
Farming is interesting with land and stuff
But it's bushels that I don't have enough.