A man on a tractor in field full of dirt
Plugging away with sweat on his shirt
A good and honest life he strives to live
And the fruits of his labor he’ll unselfishly give

A world rushing around him looks down
And admires his work with a bit of a frown
Not knowing the extent of the mark he will leave
By standing for something in which to believe

The lines on his hands, considered unsightly
Are the marks of kind service, not taken lightly
The leathery wrinkles of his face, a map of time
Of happiness and sorrow experienced on the climb

The man never asks for anything much
Just the basics of hard work, love and such
Of the honor he deserves, he cares not
In the silent war for good he has unselfishly fought

He changes the world through hard work in the field
And through this creates an ever strong shield
For those he holds most treasured and dear
Will always have a safe place to be near

The man on a tractor in a field full of dirt
Plugging away with sweat on his shirt
Has touched the world in ways we cannot know
But in time the great things he has done will surely show