Mary Stewart Spearman
When the sun has set on the farmer’s field
The hay left behind will lose its yield.
Cows once roamed the tall green grass
Now the vacant pasture is a haven at last.
Peacefully buzzing insects enjoy the solitude of overripe fescue.
Wild boar find refuge along with deer who bed in the dew.
The sun has set on the farmer’s field.
Life goes on and brings a new yield.
Nature reclaims its vast open space.
The best farmer will leave not a trace.
Caring for the land was his lifelong dream.
Now the sun has set, and he has gone on.
