One More Row To Hoe
A look at our mortality78 total reviews
Comment from country ranch writer
Our place here on earth is never promised but what we do in the meantime counts. Your dad was a very wise man he sounds like my grand pa.
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Our place here on earth is never promised but what we do in the meantime counts. Your dad was a very wise man he sounds like my grand pa.
Comment Written 15-Nov-2019
Comment from Patty Palmer
I really liked this poem. It says a lot. It's very well written and brings a lot of life points to light! It's easy when your child is tired, to tell him to stop. But telling him to continue on teaches stamina which will serve him his whole lifePatty
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I really liked this poem. It says a lot. It's very well written and brings a lot of life points to light! It's easy when your child is tired, to tell him to stop. But telling him to continue on teaches stamina which will serve him his whole lifePatty
Comment Written 16-Oct-2019
Comment from Willosa
Love it, easy to read and great flow. The lessons we learn as children surely stick with us throughout our life, I liked the analogy of hoeing the row and how you carried it throughout the poem.
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Love it, easy to read and great flow. The lessons we learn as children surely stick with us throughout our life, I liked the analogy of hoeing the row and how you carried it throughout the poem.
Comment Written 15-Oct-2019
Comment from nomi338
You like so many of us old timers, have learned the value of listening to our elders as they tried to prepare us for life after they had departed. When we were children the things they stressed to us only seemed harsh and demanding, but as we aged and began to see the wisdom of their words, we turned around and tried to teach our young what we were taught. Those that got it were rewarded with success, those that did not get it now live in our basements or wait for us to send them boxes of goodies at the local jails or prisons or flowers at their grave sites.
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You like so many of us old timers, have learned the value of listening to our elders as they tried to prepare us for life after they had departed. When we were children the things they stressed to us only seemed harsh and demanding, but as we aged and began to see the wisdom of their words, we turned around and tried to teach our young what we were taught. Those that got it were rewarded with success, those that did not get it now live in our basements or wait for us to send them boxes of goodies at the local jails or prisons or flowers at their grave sites.
Comment Written 15-Oct-2019
Comment from l.raven
HI Jay, truly a poem for thought my friend...
it is what we learn growing up...the gives up
wisdom in our older years...very well written...
I love your poem/story told...love Linda xxoo
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HI Jay, truly a poem for thought my friend...
it is what we learn growing up...the gives up
wisdom in our older years...very well written...
I love your poem/story told...love Linda xxoo
Comment Written 15-Oct-2019
Comment from crzypnter
Many of us never understand the lessons of Our youth until we get older. When adulting there is always one more row to hoe. One more fire to out. Great message, thank you for sharing. God bless
August
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Many of us never understand the lessons of Our youth until we get older. When adulting there is always one more row to hoe. One more fire to out. Great message, thank you for sharing. God bless
August
Comment Written 15-Oct-2019
Comment from AvL
J-bird 1's home-grown philosophy on how to approach life is well-ordered, and free of weeds, i.e., extraneous matters. I view his six, four-line stanzas as well-tended garden-"plots," in both senses of that term. His use of an agrarian metaphor serves this Kentucky boy well.
AvL
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J-bird 1's home-grown philosophy on how to approach life is well-ordered, and free of weeds, i.e., extraneous matters. I view his six, four-line stanzas as well-tended garden-"plots," in both senses of that term. His use of an agrarian metaphor serves this Kentucky boy well.
AvL
Comment Written 15-Oct-2019
Comment from nuzhatshireen
This is beautiful and relatable for me and many others who have spent their childhood playing in green fields of corn and other crops. The poem renewed all my memories. The poet has a deep connection to the earth. Last part of the poem especially is a piece of great imagination.
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This is beautiful and relatable for me and many others who have spent their childhood playing in green fields of corn and other crops. The poem renewed all my memories. The poet has a deep connection to the earth. Last part of the poem especially is a piece of great imagination.
Comment Written 15-Oct-2019
Comment from dmt1967
This is a well written poem and I love the sublime message in this poem. Don't give up as a child when the going gets tough and, as an adult, it will make you stronger. Thank you for sharing.
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This is a well written poem and I love the sublime message in this poem. Don't give up as a child when the going gets tough and, as an adult, it will make you stronger. Thank you for sharing.
Comment Written 15-Oct-2019
Comment from Cindy Warren
I suppose I still have a row or two to hoe. Stopping isn't really an option, is it? Your dad gave you good advice. If you don't keep those rows hoed, nothing grows. In our later years we deserve some good things.
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I suppose I still have a row or two to hoe. Stopping isn't really an option, is it? Your dad gave you good advice. If you don't keep those rows hoed, nothing grows. In our later years we deserve some good things.
Comment Written 15-Oct-2019
