Farmer Finn

A simple farmer plows away
Doing about the same each day
Sometimes he must go into town
Same plan, same goods, same road to walk down

A dear sweet wife he has named Jane
He loves her dearly though some call her plain
He has hope of a life to put her at ease
Able to give her whatever to please

As he walk it starts to rain
He knows the water could ruin the grain
So up the way he finds a cave
Hes never been in but he can be brave

He settles in as the rain gets worse
As he sits his ear hear an unearthly verse
Not sure what it might be, he explores
He starts to see light on the ceiling and floors

The music draws him as a sirens call
Faster he goes over obstacle and all
Then he sees whats calling out
Its what hes wanted with no doubt

The golden hilt encrusted with jewels
The power to conquer in this beautiful tool
Taking it in his hands he sees what could be
This sword could give him all that he sees

The power, the riches, the fame, the glory
The very ability to rewrite his story
Along with this he saw what he would lose
All of this or his wife, he must choose

The rain has stopped, the grain still good
He trades the wheat and sells the wood
The day is done, and no more rain
He heads home to see his Jane