Neil Richard Sewell
Nov. 8, 1924 – June 26, 2013
He has gone now.
The toil of row
The dance of row
He sacrificed long ago
“There’s no living farming,” he said,
Sitting on the tractor, then half my sixty years.
From plant to plant he went – rolling aluminum
Working no longer by the measure of the Sun but by artificial shifts
Plans made by machines for machines
He once coaxed plants from seed
Decades upon decades he coaxed
Metal from machine.
He made a living for his family without
Complaint – in the lair of belching dragon noise,
The roar took his hearing
But he saved the farm
JWS – December 2013