So on the eighth day, God looked down and saw his planned paradise and said, I need a caretaker. So he made a farmer. God said, I need somebody willing to get up before Dawn milk, the cows work all day in the fields, milk the cows again, eat supper, then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting at the school board. So he made a farmer. I need somebody with arms strong enough to rustle a calf, and yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame, contain Crecy equipment, come home hungry, have to wait lunch until his wife's done feeding the visiting ladies and tell the ladies to be sure to come back real soon and mean it.
So God made a farmer. God said, I need someone willing to sit up all night with a newborn cold, just to watch it die. And then dry his eyes and say maybe next year I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from a persimmon sprout shoe, a horse with a hunk of car tire who can make a harness out of haywire feed, sack, and choose scraps who in planting time and harvest season will finish his 40 hour a week by Tuesday at noon, and then painting from his tractor back, put another 72 hours in. So God made a farmer. God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop and midfield and raced to help.
When he sees the first sign of smoke from a neighbor's place. So God made a farmer. God said, I need somebody who's strong enough to clear trees and heave bales yet gentle enough to tame a lamb or weaned pigs and tend to a pink comb pullet who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the broken leg of a metal Lark. So God made a farmer. It had to be somebody who would plow deep and straight and not cut corners, somebody to seed and weed and feed and breed and rake and disk and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk and replenish the self feeders and finish a hard week's work with the drive to church, somebody who had bail, a family together with soft, strong bonds of sharing who would laugh and then sigh, and then reply with smiling eyes.
When his son says he wants to spend the rest of his life doing what dad does. So God made a farmer And that'll conclude another episode of the blue collar executive podcast. I hope you found some value in it or at the very least found it entertaining. I hope your harvest is always plentiful. And thank you so much for listening.