For tasseled corn and purple grapes, for bluegrass green again and pullets laying, for mellow hides and silken hair, for our proper place in the great parade of livestock and of life, we praise thee.
Beloved Ringmaster, planets and protons alike march in array at thy gentle command.
May we, thy children, walk humbly, our hand in thine, do justly, love mercy evermore, our Father.
(excerpt from the book, The Farmer Gives Thanks; photo via pixabay.com)
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