Spring On the Farm
Those of us who live on farms
Aren’t immune to springtime's charms
We simply take a different view
Spring to us is mostly poo
While others trill of daffodils
And daisies blooming on the hills
We gaze upon the cattle herds
And think about those mounds of turds
As snow and ice vacate the ground
We see revealed another mound
And chickens at a steady rate
Hunt and peck and defecate
The fluffy white gamboling lambs
And piglets destined to be hams
All leave their fragrant calling cards
Throughout the meadows, fields and yards
As others rave about the birth
Of sweet green seedlings from the earth
We head out with our boots and spade
To shovel dung from out the glade
Collecting it can be a chore
But all that fragrant rich manure
Hauled from pasture, field and stable
Nourish foods that grace our table
Copyright © Madeleine Grant | Year Posted 2014
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