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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required We live opposite a huge farm, I find living here such a charm, The cows and the sheep, Abundant, as the farmer does his His rounds in his Jeep Makes living where we are, A dream, but city life is not far. This farm has horses too, Though not too many just a few, And pigs and goats And pretty small winding roads, It has a small river that winds its way Beside a road, it takes all day To walk along and pick wild flowers, I adore sudden summery showers. Mealies and sunflowers are planted And manure is put down once a year, Ridding us of sinuses, that’s quite clear. The sound of the tractor ploughing, A joy to hear, as it’s furrowing, The land, planting seeds that grow And look like soldiers such a show, They stand up straight and tall, Never have I seen one fall. I pray for rain and fear a drought So happy when dark clouds about, And love a downpour feel the relief, The mealies feel, for sun like a thief, Steals a probable storm, but when rain Pours and drizzles for days, mealies gain. Beautiful plants that now must, Wither and dry, and wait for first frost Before they are harvested, or it will cost, The farmer his whole crop, if not done Just right, they will rot, And the farmer will reap naught! I watch this every year, But now I sadly fear, Will see my farm no more, Which gave me joy, galore. A new era starts on the 1st November, Moving into a secure complex, so December And Christmas will be in our new abode, We have reached a crossroad, Which I’ve decided to look forward to, A move which had to happen, we knew! Footnote: In S. Africa we refer to corn as "Mealies"
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