SHE NEVER KNEW
Yes, father was a "bear" to work
nor was our mother
the kind to shirk.
Departing from a foreign strand,
they settled here on native land.
To build a
cabin on their claim
and do it cheaply was their aim
They fashioned it with sod and clay,
thatched the roof with native hay.
With oxen father
broke the sod,
and prepared it, planted, trusted
And soon the crops of golden wheat
cash for clothes and things to eat.
were not long the same,
the stock increased, the
The buildings soon became too small
to satisfy and shelter all.
Jones, for his fine spouse
had built a neat and
He built a barn and grainery to,
and painted them a vivid hue.
Then ma with her
persuaded father who then hired,
Our buildings made of brick and stone
water, lights and phone.
Our covered buggy then
had served us well for quite a while.
But neighbor Jones with his new ford
passed by our
buggy like a lord.
The art of keeping up with Jones,
was bred and born in mother's bones.
Obtaining money at the bank
we got a car without a
With car and tractor now in use
were great for tires and juice.
We had to charge for want of cash
and said, we'll pay you when we thrash.
When notes came due that very fall,
farm loan agent made a call.
And placed a morgage on our nest
to pay the bank and all the rest.
grain crops light and prices low,
for interest pa
was short of dough.
He'd plan and skimp and save and fight,
yet ma knew nothing of his plight.
His efforts seemed of no avail
for soon the sheriff
held a sale.
For morgage, interest, tax and cost
which meant pa's lifetime savings lost.
plans were next to rent the farm,
a prospect causing some alarm.
As landlords are in bad repute
some of them are hard to suit.
A fieldman from the
laid down the terms on which to rent.
The nifty airs and clothes he wore
just made a busted farmer sore.
He made a blueprint of our
purported to increase our yeilds.
Directed where to plant our wheat,
and told us what our pigs
These years we lived on rented land,
we've given ma to understand.
When money to the
'twas paid as interest not as rent.
Now ma has gone to her last rest
concerned, perhaps 'twas best.
That God recieved her at His throne,
before the truth to her was known.
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