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.
Copyright © Mark Woods | Year Posted 2021
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