God Created A Farmer
During this year’s Super Bowl, there were tones of commercials advertising many different things but there was one which was amazing. It was for Dodge Trucks. The narration was taken from a speech from a radio legion (no matter what you think of his politics) named Paul Harvey.
The images were of farm life and the pictures were stunning. They captured the every day life of farmer. It was the narration which caught me. The words were lyrical and were more poetic than anything else. The delivery was amazing with the pauses, the starts and stops. This speed and tone of how the words came out was pure poetry.
When I was younger, my mom loved listening to the radio. We would always gather for dinner with the radio on. Paul Harvey would do a story called “The Rest Of the Story” where he would tell some interesting profile about someone or some event. We would always pause to listen. Watching this commercial reminded me what great radio can be. Yes the commercial had beautiful pictures but it was the narration that got me. It was the poetry.
Here is the commercial
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sillEgUHGC4
Here are the words, but watch or listen to the commercial before reading it. It’s amazing:
And on the eighth day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need a caretaker.” So God made a farmer.
God said, “I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the field, milk cows again, eat supper, then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board.” So God made a farmer.
God said, “I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt and watch it die, then dry his eyes and say,’Maybe next year,’ I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from an ash tree, shoe a horse with hunk of car tire, who can make a harness out hay wire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. Who, during planting time and harvest season will finish his 40-hour week by Tuesday noon and then, paining from tractor back, put in another 72 hours.” So God made the farmer.
God said, “I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bales, yet gentle enough to yean lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink-comb pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the leg of a meadowlark.”
It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed, and brake, and disk, and plow, and plant, and tie the fleece and strain the milk, . Somebody who’d bale a family together with the soft, strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh, and then sigh and then reply with smiling eyes when his son says that he wants to spend his life doing what Dad does. “So God made a farmer.”