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Farm Kids Love Farm Life

Farm kids wake up before the roosters We do our chores twice a day in the dark Once in the morning, and once in the evening It is our responsibility; we are not reminded. We want to do the right thing. Farm animals know when to expect their feed. Loud chickens are the first ones out of the hen house Clucking and strutting; pecking and prancing The rooster goes topside and begins to crow We enjoy the dance of the barnyard animals. Farm life is rapidly disappearing. So many industrial farms have taken over. Breeding hogs and cows without 4-H kids Farm kids have moved to town now Where are there no fishing holes, barns or tractors. We have not forgotten. We shall never forget The great life we had on a farm. Once upon a time….

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Date: 6/17/2022 11:01:00 AM
I'm afraid those wonderful days are about to end forever, Caren. I remember that my grandparent's farm (which was about a stone throw away) was a retreat for me growing up.
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Date: 6/17/2022 9:43:00 PM
My best friend, Shane, is a farmer, so I go to his farm sometimes to get away and relax. In the winter, I love to sit in his greenhouse and pretend I'm in the tropics surrounded by orchids and palms and stuff.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 6/17/2022 2:49:00 PM
I love a farm; LOVE it! I live next to one.