Tarnished Knights

The Farming Daughter Blog: Tarnished Knights Poem ( https://thefarmingdaughter.com/2016/10/25/tarnished-knights/)

 

A recent conversation was the catalyst of inspiration for another poem.

What happens when our role models let us down? What happens when we grow up and discover that “super heroes” don’t exist, and things aren’t as good as they first seemed?

I think everyone has at least one point in their lives when they are personally slapped with this reality. As I contemplated, I decided we have two options: We can either allow ourselves to become disillusioned and cynical, or we can realize that every human, including ourselves, is inherently flawed and in need of a Savior. How blessed are we to have His grace made freely available to us!

“for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and all are justified freely by His grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus.” -Romans 3:23&24

Tarnished Knights

Oh for the days when I was young and heroes were still real,
And gallant knights still dashed away in shining suits of steel,
When I viewed the world through child eyes and all seemed fair and right,
While my heart was full of confidence and belief burned ever bright.

How did I lose this rosy lens through once the world I saw?
When I only noticed noble deeds, without their twist or flaw.
Why has my champion fallen from his pedestal on high,
And left me disillusioned and my admiration dry?

T’would be simpler, I should think, if from youth we never grew.
Faith would be an easy thing if we never knew,
How swiftly mighty warriors to temptation weakly yield,
And those we marked as soldiers brave flee like cowards from the field.

The harshest teacher, Experience, has stripped my naiveté,
And changed my sunny morning into an afternoon of gray.
Those that once I trusted, whose ways I thought the best,
Now the simple act of honoring has itself become a test.

But hear a Voice that calls to me, “Trust not in princes that can’t save!”
“In mortal men who soon depart and return back to the grave.”
“Believe instead in the Holy One Whose goodness faileth never,”
“And Whose faithfulness will reign on high, Whose mercies last forever.”

Now, perhaps, I start to see, how this pain He works for good,
For I also am a sinner and often fail more than I should.
And this truth that holds for tarnished knights holds just the same for me,
Placed beside my wretchedness, the more amazing His grace will be.

-Michaela Richmond, “The Farming Daughter”

Monday, October 24, 2016

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Bury Me in My Boots

Bury me in my boots, yeah that’s the way it’s gonna be,

Cuz’ nothing on earth can take this farm girl life from me.

The days when life is boring are far between and few,

Nowhere else in the world is the sky so big and blue.

We are the land’s caretaker, with planting and harvesting sense,

That’s why the grass is always greener on our side of the fence.

The air is always sweeter with the wind blowing in my hair,

If there’s a more perfect place you’ll have to take me there.

Out here the trucks are bigger, the tractors always red,

No abode was ever dearer than the good old homestead.

We work out in the field putting dried hay into bales,

But employee of the month is the creature with the tail.

Whether climbing in the mow or playing in the mud,

No one ever understands how farming gets in your blood.

The eggs are always warm; the milk is always fresh,

A little piece of heaven if I had to guess.

Sure the days are long and the work and toil is rough,

But we’re farm born and raised and built of sterner stuff.

We can brave the ice and cold and take the heat and sun,

We do our labor of love until the job is done.

We aren’t afraid of slivers or measly paper cuts,

We can carry calves on our shoulders and pull tractors out of ruts.

But even when it’s hard and the push comes to the shove,

This is the life I choose, it is the one I love.

So bury me in my boots under a canopy of sky,

Because I will be a farm girl until the day I die.

-Michaela

September 5, 2012

(photo courtesy of Emily)
(photo courtesy of Emily)

By the way, not only was this post inspired by my love of farming, but also because my favorite pair of rubber boots that were actually cute blew a hole and started to leak. If anyone knows of cute rubber boots that are built for actual farm work (as apposed to just being a fashion statement) please let me know!