Richard Newton Sherrer


I was born and raised on a farm in Pennsylvania. It was a small family farm that was handed down through 8 generations of Sherrer men until my father; Newton just could not make a living from it any longer. He thought that I would make a better living away from the farm. So, I decided to join th…

Go to the ant, O sluggard,
Consider her ways as wise;
Winter soon with a blizzard,
For the future open eyes.

Without having any guide,
No overseer or ruler;
Taking your journey in stride,
Vigilant of the fouler.

She prepares bread in summer,
Gather her food in harvest;
For winter is a bummer,
Without the food to digest.

How long will you be lying,
When will you rise from your sleep;
You are not even trying,
For preparing to reap.

Having a little slumber,
Folding of the hands to rest;
Motionless like some lumber,
Not showing the Lord your best.

You shall live in poverty,
Being like an armed robber;
Immoral since puberty,
In water like a bobber.

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