Sweet Air

As the wheat blows

in the wind; is it not

but a sweet, sweet

smell? Or the rain

upon this waving blanket —

what a relaxing story

it can tell.

It is but those who

blame undo — the gracious

gifts God has given you.

To have not worked the

fields year after year-

How can you say the

air is not clear?

You are the same one

who drives a car, the

same one who eats bread;

oh! how two-faced you are.

We are at the mercy of

progress and there are

things we must do, to

keep our air. The farmer

tends to God’s soil with

love and lots of prayer.