Thank You, Lord, For Grandpa's Farm

When I was just a little lad, I played upon my Grandpa's farm. I loved to feed the cows and horses, and climb the hay loft in the barn.

Fished the pond and chased the cats, I loved the smell of fresh mowed hay. So cool the water from the pump, and watermelon at midday.

I still can smell the apple pie, and taste the fresh iced tea. Grandma made the greatest chicken, and life was good as it could be.

Thank you, Lord, for that special place, that stayed all through my life. Please help to save the family farm, for other children, man, and wife.

All Rights Reserved, Copyright by Edward C. Schaefer 1994.