Not much rain on the farm this season
The grass is brittle and brown.
The only water I find this year
Is the sweat on my hat crown

The horses are hot and uncomfortable
The wind feels like a blazing torch
Every day I look skyward and pray for relief
Instead I get blue sky, hot sun and earth scorched.

Climate and weather change from year to year
It really is quite amazing.
Rain last year meant a great harvest
This year, the horses have trouble grazing.

We irrigate a few of the gardens
The peppers and tomatoes are feeble and weak
The harvest might carry us to next year
This year minor success is all we seek

So why do we do this?
Trying to raise our own crop?
Every few years a sense of pride and success
Tells me “keep going don’t stop!”