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And on the 8th day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, "I need a caretaker." So God made a farmer.

God said, "I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper and then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board." So God 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 cantankerous machinery, come home hungry, have to wait lunch until his wife's done feeding visiting ladies and tell the ladies to be sure and come back real soon -- and mean it." So God made a farmer.

God said, "I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt. And watch it die. 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 harness out of haywire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. And who, planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty-hour week by Tuesday noon, then, pain'n from 'tractor back,' put in another seventy-two hours." 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 in mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor's place. So God made a farmer.

God said, "I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bails, yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink-combed pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the broken leg of a meadow lark. It had to be somebody who'd plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk and replenish the self-feeder and finish a hard week's work with a five-mile drive to church.

"Somebody who'd bale a family together with the 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 his life 'doing what dad does.'" So God made a farmer.

I Love this speech because in a way it is poetry. It is repetitive and i guess it is kind of free verse. This poem is saying that farmers are the backbone of society. The first time I heard this was on the dodge super bowl commercial. I fell in love with it and have been listening to it ever sense.

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Fun for all ages
Is peaceful
Some times my get away
Helps me relax
Intense at moments
Never get board of it
Giving up is not an option

I wrote this poem because i have a love for fishing. no mater how hot it is outside i am fishing somewhere. Fishing is my stress relief. It is my outlet and my get away. it is an acrostic poem.

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TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, |
And sorry I could not travel both |
And be one traveler, long I stood |
And looked down one as far as I could |
To where it bent in the undergrowth; |         5

Then took the other, as just as fair, |
And having perhaps the better claim, |
Because it was grassy and wanted wear; |
Though as for that the passing there |
Had worn them really about the same, |         10

And both that morning equally lay |
In leaves no step had trodden black. |
Oh, I kept the first for another day! |
Yet knowing how way leads on to way, |
I doubted if I should ever come back. |         15

I shall be telling this with a sigh |
Somewhere ages and ages hence: |
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— |
I took the one less traveled by, |
And that has made all the difference. |         20

Robert frost is my favorite poet. This is my favorite poem by him. I remember this poem from sixth grade my teacher had a poster on her wall with it on there. i would get board and read it in class and read it and think about the meaning.

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Dear lord please let me catch a fish

A ten pound bass is my wish

My special lure just let him bite

And I will reel him with all my might

The weather is right and the water is clear

Please send some big fish over here

I know there's fish, some fit to keep

Way down in your waters deep

Lord please let me stay afloat

and guide my little fishing boat

oh just send me the big ole one

some time before this day is done!!

We have all had those days where we are not catching anything. Me i have a lot of those days when I am out on the lake. Sometimes I have to resort to praying. I guess that's just part of it. there are good days and bad days.

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There once swam a catfish named Ben
hadn't eaten since who knows when
my worm looked just right,
Ben took a big bite.
No one's seen Ben swim'n since then.

Ben put up a heck of a fight
was thrashing with all of his might
when reeling him in,
that fish seemed to grin,
and spit out my worm just for spite.

Old Ben made one heck of a meal
couldn't help but think how he'd feel
if he'd been the one,
who had battled and won,
from the opposite side of the reel.

I pick this poem because it was light and humorous. It is just kind of funny. I like catfishing and they do put up a good fight.

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Well, it ain't no woman, flesh and blood
It's that damned old rodeo
Well, it's bulls and blood
It's dust and mud
It's the roar of a Sunday crowd
It's the white in his knuckles
The gold in the buckle
He'll win the next go 'round
It's boots and chaps
It's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo

Garth brooks is one of the all time greatest country singers of all time. this song is probably my favorite from garth every thing about it is great. the music the passion he puts into it and the lyrics. I have always like rodeo since I was a kid and this song just explains it so well.

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It's painted red, the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with Daddy when he went there to get her
Put on a shine, put on a motor
Built out of love, made for the water
Ran her for years, till the transom got rotten
A piece of my childhood will never be forgotten

It was just an old plywood boat
A '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy two hands on the wheel
I can't replace the way it make me feel
And I would turn her sharp
And I would make her whine
He'd say, you can't beat the way an old wood boat rides
Just a little lake across the Alabama line
But I was king of the ocean
When Daddy let me drive

Alan Jackson is probably one of my favorite country singers. This song reminds me of my childhood very much. Me and my dad used to drive an old pickup truck around the farm and it was one of my favorite things to do when I was young. I could not wate until i turned sixteen and got my drivers license.

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The sun in the sky stand all
Giving radiant heat for all
Hunting down the sea
Toes in the sand, feeling free
Pushing away the thoughts of fall

I picked this poem because my girlfriend rote it. I picked it because i am tired of winter and want summer to be here. I have been waiting for summer since the last day last year. the best part of summer is that fishing session starts.

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Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those in favor with fire.
But if I had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Robert frost is one of my favorite poets. I think he is talking about the balance between fire and ice. Like yen and yang, Good or evil. there is always a balance between the two. If there is an unbalance things will end in disaster.