Havner Farm
Havner Farm in the Hamptons was the prettiest one I had seen.
Black and white cows were picture perfect; with photographic faces.
The baby chicks were as yellow and fluffy fresh as the noonday sun,
Havner Farm was worth painting and keeping for years to come.
The barn was painted in fresh barn red paint with sparkle white trim.
The grass was lush and thick, verdant green, like clover, but fescue.
There was one lone horse, a stallion named Bud with a sable coat.
Haymow. Check. Rakes. Check. Hoes. Check. Shovel and pail. Check.
Everything you would expect to see was at Havner Farm, it was gorgeous.
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