| The day begins with morn's first light,
For hungry men she is the cook, And not until 'tis dark at night Can she from ceaseless labors look. The burning heat, the grinding toil, Are part and parcel of each day; And oft', when needed, she tills the soil Or helps to stack the new-mown hay. Wherever the labor she will be Performing tasks a thousand-fold; It seems that always she can see What's to be done and takes a-hold The wanting ones from any plight Fruits of her toil receive a share; And nothing gives her more delight Than for the sick to want her care She labors long and hard through life, Good deeds she's ever sowing; Oh surely 'tis the farmer's wife Who keeps this old world going. |
Stanzas For Kansas
Leonard Allen Prowant
(Wichita, Kansas: __. 1937)
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