The Farmer

The Farmer

A Chapter by Emily B

Sometimes,

I think angels

wear blue jeans and faded t-shirts

and with the wisdom

of Solomon

they teach Sunday school

and raise children

and shine

under all the layers

of caked-on mud

and manure.

 



© 2008 Emily B


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Somtimes this is true. I have found that those who still practice the old art of chivalry and care when it comes to family and children are typically those who remain true to things like farming, ranching, etc. They have not been tainted by the outside world of techo-readiness. Well done.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The Archangel Gabriel

9 Years Ago

Thank you for saying this. I agree with you. EB is a great friend. Have you talked to her.



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Could be, Em, could be. What the hell are you up to? Have you seen my recent work on magic? That's far more than you need, but that tells a good story. We need to chat sometime soon the way that we do.

Missu and luvu,
Gabe

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

9 Years Ago

New job has me hopping :)
The Archangel Gabriel

9 Years Ago

Glad to hear you have a new job. Here's hoping with you.

Luv,
Gabe
The Archangel Gabriel

9 Years Ago

Where have you been? Miss you! Don't think I got this before....
oh I know they do....reminds me of my Kentucky kin..

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A pretty little verse dedicated to a much ignored but indispensable element of human society. I like the "angel" metaphor because it portrays the farmer as a benevolent individual and lends a surreal, anachronistic touch to the verse.
"and shine
under all the layers
of caked-on mud
and manure."
I think these lines could be taken literally as well as metaphorically. Farmers are often neglected and taken for granted and yet, they sustain all of us. Their profession is noble, albeit thankless.
Well penned!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Somtimes this is true. I have found that those who still practice the old art of chivalry and care when it comes to family and children are typically those who remain true to things like farming, ranching, etc. They have not been tainted by the outside world of techo-readiness. Well done.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The Archangel Gabriel

9 Years Ago

Thank you for saying this. I agree with you. EB is a great friend. Have you talked to her.
clever take on "angels"...i think the population at large would be well served to consider (reconsider) such definitions. Some angels, of course, probably don't teach sunday school but hide elsewhere in plain sight.

CM

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

11 Years Ago

oh, i see them everywhere :)

they don't know i notice
Ain't it the truth. Angels in blue jeans... great concept. Lovely work.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Yes they do. Lovely concept Emily.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This one reminds me of my grandfather. There is such beauty in simplicity. I love what you have going here, and can't wait to read more. : )

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

oh yes its lovely to reflect back on people you liked a lot ,each skilled in something like he was destined to do ,and if it was not for him ,no other will take the place ,i have always thought about different people with professions ,so dear and unique to them ,lovely thought

Posted 16 Years Ago


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