Winters Farming
I cannot shed
My winters coat
At 22 degrees below
I'm still farming.....
Nearly starved last year
I know it's quite alarming.....
But mothers says
There ain't enough
To get us through
The winters tough
With the horses I plow away....
Into the night from start of day....
We finally got
Our winters store
With that the horse
We plow no more
That's Winter farming....
I know it's kinda close and quite alarming...
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