The Man Who Grew Me--A poem

Just a simple farmer,

to all who didn't know,

Just a simple farmer,

who worked with pig poo.

Just a simple farmer,

with cows, corn, beans

Just a simple farmer,

who also grew me.



It started very early,

When I was just a boy,

My dad worked the soil of my life,

And I know it wasn't easy.

He placed the seed,

Of who I'd be,

Within God's sacred Church.

He watered me,

With love and peace,

That spoke of Him above.


My dad was there,

During my storms,

That threatened to destroy.

He nurtured, protected,

And fenced me in

Always with kindness within his eyes.


And now I stand,

tall and strong

Like a cornstalk in mid-July.

I am ready now,

To bear life's fruit

Thanks to the man who grew me.



I am not a great poet, but I have a dad worthy of poetry. Please share a story about your father today (or even better share a haiku!)