The Country Folk

By Andrew R. Duckworth

You may think their ways outdated,
Not completely liberated
Because they don’t meet your standards
Or are not tech saturated,

But those folk work for what they own,
They work their skin and muscled bone,
They make their soap, their goods, their bread
Before they rest their tired head.

The country folk do more than us,
Who struggle just to catch a bus,
Or have our head dipped into phones
And over text like to discuss.

They strive to make their land prosper
As we strive to be “prim and proper.”
I think they chose the better life
Of saving self from worldly strife.