THE PESSIMIST

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THE PESSIMIST
(by Editor of Urbana Courier)

Who ever saw a farmer smile,
Or speak in happy vein
When of the stops to talk awhile?
It’s always too much rain
Or else it’s too dad blasted dry
Or frosts will kill the crop,
And he’s chock full of reasons why
The market’s bound to drop.

A chronic mourner is this bird,
Who tills the verdant soil.
His woes the year around are heard
For naught has been by Hoyle.
As pessimist he takes the cake
He thrives on sighs and moans
For him, life’s one long bellyache
His system racked with groans.




THE ANSWER
IT SEEMS THAT SOME OF ‘EM SMILE!

“Who ever saw a farmer smile?”
I often have, my son,
For I have lived for quite a while
Where farming’s being done.
He smiles when discontented strike
At city rents and bills,
And thanks the Lord for lot unlike,
While His green earth he tills.

He smiles when needed rains come down,
When hungry mouths are fed.
He smiles at cornsilk turning brown
At apples hanging red.
He smiles at gains that work no harm
Enough! But mark it down,
The smiling farmer’s on the farm
Not loafing ‘round in town.


Yours truly,
Mary C. Green, Fithian, Ill.