The Women of The Land
When I look upon the young women of today,
Especially those born in the last thirty years,
With so many modern appliances on display,
Have they the strength of the pioneers?
Those pioneering women were a breed alone,
As they stood and worked beside their men,
So many hardships to them all were known,
They were each a stalwart citizen.
The farmers wives have been a tower of strength,
The rock on which the farms were made,
And then finally the bush was tamed at length,
Thru’ great courage and determination displayed.
They milked their cows and tended their flocks
While their husbands cleared and tilled the soil,
They had the strength to absorb the daily knocks
And keep the kitchen kettle on the boil.
There was no electricity on the farms back then,
Just a hurricane lamp to light the way,
But rock solid they stood beside their men
To face the joy and stress of each new day.
Washing machines were a thing unknown,
They had to scrub the clothes by hand,
A strong example as they have older grown,
These brave and hardy women of the land.
Sometimes left alone for weeks on end,
Often for a large family to provide,
Young folks today could not comprehend,
Or by those primitive conditions now abide.
They mostly baked their bread in days of yore
And making home made butter was the norm,
But everyone was welcome at their door
With a friendship sincere and warm.
Now as they pass to a higher reign,
Their full significance can we understand,
Shall we ever see their likes again,
These brave and honest women of the land.
Lindsay P Wilson