{"id":47803,"date":"2021-11-06T15:19:43","date_gmt":"2021-11-06T20:19:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hcsblogdotorg.wordpress.com\/?p=47803"},"modified":"2021-11-06T15:19:43","modified_gmt":"2021-11-06T20:19:43","slug":"the-farmer-poem-by-free-idealist","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thetacticalhermit.com\/index.php\/2021\/11\/06\/the-farmer-poem-by-free-idealist\/","title":{"rendered":"The Farmer (Poem by Free Idealist)"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-47805\" src=\"https:\/\/hcsblogdotorg.files.wordpress.com\/2021\/11\/farmer8.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"590\" height=\"480\" \/><\/h1>\n<h1 class=\"post-title short unpublished\" style=\"text-align:center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/thepeoplessamizdat.substack.com\/p\/the-farmer?token=eyJ1c2VyX2lkIjoyMTA3OTU3OCwicG9zdF9pZCI6NDM2NTcwMTQsIl8iOiI4U3lXSCIsImlhdCI6MTYzNjIyODUyOCwiZXhwIjoxNjM2MjMyMTI4LCJpc3MiOiJwdWItNDcwNjI0Iiwic3ViIjoicG9zdC1yZWFjdGlvbiJ9.D57FXIxopsC7JZtPGWbLHzGh-8F1zQm-NS1f1BG7csw\">The Farmer<\/a><\/h1>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h3><em>Walking down the bloodied street,<br \/>\n<\/em><\/h3>\n<h3><em>I enjoy the dirt upon my feet,<br \/>\n<\/em><\/h3>\n<h3><em>That feeling that feels so sweet,<br \/>\n<\/em><\/h3>\n<h3><em>Of earthen dust so fine and neat.<br \/>\n<\/em><\/h3>\n<h3><em>I\u2019m stared at by the men of town,<br \/>\n<\/em><\/h3>\n<h3><em>Their faces full of scowl and frown,<br \/>\n<\/em><\/h3>\n<h3><em>Who look so often always down,<br \/>\n<\/em><\/h3>\n<h3><em>So deep in debt they just might drown.<br \/>\n<\/em><\/h3>\n<h3><em>I laugh to myself at jokes in mind,<br \/>\n<\/em><\/h3>\n<h3><em>Jokes too rude for one to find,<br \/>\n<\/em><\/h3>\n<h3><em>In such a place like this, so kind,<br \/>\n<\/em><\/h3>\n<h3><em>Where all are woke, and yet so blind.<br \/>\n<\/em><\/h3>\n<h3><em>I travel here for a simple task:<br \/>\n<\/em><\/h3>\n<h3><em>To fill their pantry and their flask.<br \/>\n<\/em><\/h3>\n<h3><em>I\u2019m given no thanks, and I do not ask,<br \/>\n<\/em><\/h3>\n<h3><em>In the goodness of this deed I bask.<br \/>\n<\/em><\/h3>\n<h3><em>I have no time for the fools of throne,<br \/>\n<\/em><\/h3>\n<h3><em>Whose songs are sung and horns are blown.<br \/>\n<\/em><\/h3>\n<h3><em>I care quite little for their walls of stone,<br \/>\n<\/em><\/h3>\n<h3><em>Instead I linger with the seeds I\u2019ve sown.<br \/>\n<\/em><\/h3>\n<h3><em>Watching them grow from year to year,<br \/>\n<\/em><\/h3>\n<h3><em>Wiping away each and every tear,<br \/>\n<\/em><\/h3>\n<h3><em>Cultivating these souls so dear,<br \/>\n<\/em><\/h3>\n<h3><em>And teaching them to never fear.<br \/>\n<\/em><\/h3>\n<h3><em>While I\u2019m in town I\u2019ll just be polite,<br \/>\n<\/em><\/h3>\n<h3><em>Because I know full well I\u2019ll be alright.<br \/>\n<\/em><\/h3>\n<h3><em>I\u2019ll lay in bed with my wife tonight,<br \/>\n<\/em><\/h3>\n<h3><em>And fill her full of much delight.<\/em><\/h3>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Farmer &nbsp; Walking down the bloodied street, I enjoy the dirt upon my feet, That feeling that feels so sweet, Of earthen dust so fine and neat. 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