Old Midwest

[R.C. KITCHENS]

Our farm like pa, was young and strong
the bales were bucked by quaking back.
He worked until his shadow long
had merged inside the dusky black
and golden grains lay sack by sack.
Old willy pulled the plough by day
at night he ate, and then we'd play.
His treat an apple, or a pear
that mom refused to throw away,
back then, when things were fine and fair.

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i tried my hand at a dizain, i'm sure the last line is forced but i found myself stuck in a corner, not sure how to do the last line any other way.

Just some idea's for the last line..Since "fine and fair" are to similar in meaning, I thought "back then, when things were fine and rare"

"His treat an apple, or a pear
that mom refused to throw away,"
back then, living was fine and fair

"His treat an apple, or a pear
that mom refused to throw away,"
back then, living was fine and rare

just some idea's