Be good to the earth, for she was good to me.
I plowed and planted her, back in twenty-three.
She was dried and thirsty, so I dug a trench.
It must have worked, for she’s drank ever since.
Then the rains fell, like cats and dogs.
For six months straight, she was nothing but bog.
The rains came again, and washed her away.
The days spent rebuilding, were spent in dismay.
But, finally we triumphed by praying to God.
He repaid our good faith, with mineral rich sod.
Now the crops flourish, my story is told.
The boys now tend her, for I am too old.
Remember my tale, have faith in yourself,
And if that doesn’t work, pray to God for his help!
