John Deere

John Deere green
The farmer in Carhartt
The sweaty
Furrowed brow
Calloused hands
Praying for rain
A year in the black
Or at best
Break even
Do your job
Yet know
You never
Have control
Waiting on
First light
To mend fences
Fill up tubs
And feed
Impatient livestock
A life's work
Tending
To a plot
Of land
With a history
As deep and rich
As red clay