Barnyard Buddies
Barnyard buddies met in the barn at dawn.
We jumped in puddles, looking for meadow fawn.
She came sometimes, but was not here today.
Wonder why a chick said; I hope she’s okay!
We are close to each other, like sisters and bros.
We sit in the barnyard next to where tall corn grows.
Horse, cow, lambs, hen, rooster, and two kinds of pig.
We like to converse as the people plant, hoe and dig.
We are barnyard buddies, fast friends for sure.
A kind of instant family. Our thoughts are pure.
We love the scent of the country, even that of manure.
Loving the lilacs, and the flash of a fluffy fox fur.
We can talk about everything or nothing at all.
We watch the crops as they grow big and tall.
Pumpkins are my favorite, so orange and round.
In October they are all over our farmer’s ground.
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