Rows of dark earth broken and brought to the suns light. Seed sewn into the earth hoping for a good return. Sweat off of the brow and an aching back. Making a living off of the land, hoping that it will rain. Asking for little help, but always glad when a neighbor lends a hand. Giving caring in like kind to those who have my back. Loving and raising children in open clear spaces. Rising early and getting in bed just as night comes. Such is a farmers life, hard work, family and freedom. All worth growing to me.