On the Farm

When shadows fall
On golden fields of corn
And my day's work is done,
I sit out on the porch, alone,
And think of my beloved Sue,
My dearest wife - long gone,
Wherever she'd be
She's still a part of me
And in my heart of hearts I know,
She's watching over me,
Whatever I do - wherever I go
And when my time is up
And I pass on,
Together we'll be - as one.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz