🌿 I Saw A Farmer Today

He wore Wranglers tucked into black rubber boots,

a ball cap, although he probably never played ball.

He and his shovel worked the edge of thawing field,

carving exit routes for water needing to be evacuated.

My Grandpa wore rubber boots and a straw hat

when he shouldered his shovel as if it belonged there,

sauntered to his orchards or Granny’s big garden

early each morning and later each evening.

There, he systematically built dams, cleared trenches,

blocked ditches, directed water, controlled its journey

so fruit trees and vegetables could flourish

and never thirst in the heat of a Colorado summer.

I used to wonder if Grandpa ever grew weary of

his irrigation routine, found ditches a drudgery.

Because I thought that I would love this earth-bound work

so methodical, so peaceful, so life-giving.

2 thoughts on “🌿 I Saw A Farmer Today”

  1. Thank you Charis. It’s a tribute to your Grandpa, my dad, and I have my own memories of his daily irrigation routine. He wore bib overalls with his straw hat and rubber boots!

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