Farming Through Time
He remembers his great grandfather
Wisdom etched in all the lines creasing his face
He said
“we don’t own this land, we look after it for our sons and the sons of our sons”
And this is how history unfolded
Down through countless generations
His own father before him
Grandad
Right back
The farm
Cared for
Nurtured
By those with the same surname
Passed down once again
Unbroken traditions
Five centuries of history
He feels it right there
In his blood
Walking this land of his ancestors
He feels it through the soles of his boots
Love for the soil
This place he cares for
Nurtured and farmed
Growing crops to feed the people
One day he will pass it on
He feels proud
The bloodline continues
The future assured
One day he knows
His daughter will take over
