The Old Farmer Poem by Francis Duggan

The Old Farmer



For the zest for life he has not lost the drive
Many droughts and hard Seasons he has had to survive
His straggly hair white as new fallen snow
The passing of time has left him walking slow.

Five times a grandfather thanks to his sole offspring his son
Who this year in February turned forty one
A builder he lives in the suburbs with his school going children and wife
Rural living and farming not his sort of life.

Last Summer the old farmer's wife passed away
He lives on his own in the farm-house today
She was sixty nine one year younger than he
Their forty one years of marriage was one of harmony.

In his early sevenities the years on him beginning to tell
The three hundred acres farm will be his son's for to sell
But he intends to live in his farm house and die there as a very old man
And to tend to his sheep and his cattle for as long as he can.

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