SOOT IN THE FLUES


| July/August 1987



Soot in the flues

Greetings to each of our dear Iron-Men Album family and to the many new ones we hope to meet this summer. I came across this poem about farmers which fits in so appropriately with the IMA group hope you enjoy it.

To Me, My Farm Is...
My farm to me is not just land
Where bare, unpainted buildings stand.

To me my farm is nothing less
Than all created loveliness.
My farm is not where I must soil
My hands in endless, dreary toil,
But where, through seed and swelling pod,
I've learned to walk and talk with God.

My farm to me is not a place
Outmoded by a modern race,
I like to think I just see less
Of evil, greed and selfishness,
My farm's not lonely, for all day
I hear my children shout and play,
And here, when age comes, free from fears,
I'll Hue again, long joyous years.

My farm's a heaven here dwells rest,
Security and happiness
Whate'er befalls the world outside
Here faith and hope and love abide.
And so my farm is not just land
Where bare, unpainted buildings stand.

To me my farm is nothing less
Than all God's hoarded loveliness.
Author Unknown