Plowin' the Fields

Sunrise whispers, rooster on a roll,

Dust kicks up as the wagon wheels stroll.

Overalls sagging, boots thick with dirt,

Sweat on my brow, but it don't even hurt.

Plowin' the fields, grindin' with the ox,

No time for a clock, we tick with the crops.

Hand on the plow, feel the earth hum,

Amish life simple, we don’t need none.

Horses pulling strong, steady in a line,

Rhythm in the reins, beats matchin' mine.

Cornstalk soldiers standing at attention,

Barn-raisin’ flow, divine intervention.

Churnin’ butter, spittin’ fire in the churn,

Hard work lessons, city boys never learn.

No plug-ins, just the soul in the song,

The hum of the land been bumpin’ all along.

Plowin' the fields, grindin' with the ox,

No time for a clock, we tick with the crops.

Hand on the plow, feel the earth hum,

Amish life simple, we don’t need none.

Lantern light flickers, shadow on the wall,

Hand-carved verses echo through the hall.

No Wi-Fi, just the vibe from the dirt,

Every row turned, yeah, that's my worth.