A Farmers Wait For Spring

Your head upon the pillow That rest you have before you sleep, When circling thoughts begin to spin Nagging doubts begin to creep. Usual jobs, that swallow time Some monthly bills and debts to pay Winter feed reserves all but gone Livestock sick of only hay. Signs of spring are signalled now As days, then grass begin to grow Right now, it’s quite a juggling act Thirty days to wait you know. So close before aplenty When demand, falls beneath the curve Expenses postponed until then When balance lines will leave reserve. Sleep is really calling now Just blocked by thoughts of what to mend But now, they’ll be tomorrows tasks An endless list you must attend.