Although I may not bow my head as often as I should, I'm thankful for the life I lead in this farming neighborhood.
I love the feel of a warm spring shower, and the soft green grass in May. I say thanks when I feel bright sunshine drying out the fresh-mown hay.
I am thankful when I look upon a field of tasseled corn. And I love the sounds of harvest on a frosty morn.
It's such a good feeling at sunset when a long day's work is done, and I like the hours when I work real hard but am working just for fun.
There are times in the life of a farmer when things don't go our way, but although I may not bow my head I am thankful every day.
