I thank God for the workers of the earth—
Those who rise to plant and harvest—
The same who cultivate—
The field ready,
The ground shaking,
The soil breaking—
The driver at the wheel,
His tractor rolling
And with dust rising upward,
He looks down the field—
By way of progress—
And finding a landmark—
A post or something other—
He aims and trains the a**emblage—
His belching tractor and the implements—
And gains ground, feeding all