Farmyard Days
By: Audrey Barber
When the moonshines across the farmyard
And we rolling in the barn
All the cows are up there grazing
And the milk is on its way
Then the breeze blows across the farmyard
You can smell the cowshed too
The steak is in the oven
Getting heated for the night
The pork chops, just been laid out
What a treat it's gonna be
We sit around the fire
Getting warm on a pint or two
Then the breeze blows across the farmyard
You can smell the cowshed too
Martha's in the kitchen
Chopping onions for that stew
The bread is hot and yummy
Fresh and baked at home
We dancing around the fire
Getting hit of rum and coke
Then the breeze blows across the farmyard
You can smell the cowshed too
Now the table's spread and ready
Everything's laid just in place
With the pot roast in the middle
And the soup is bloody hot
Now we are swaying about the fire
Cannot seem to find our feet
Then the breeze blows across the farmyard
You can smell the cowshed too
With the whiskey in our bellies
We cannot bring ourselves to stand
We have blown out all that fire
Then Martha's screaming too
Calling us some drunken slobbers
That does not sound too fair
We are only good ole farmers
After a hard days work on the farm
Then the breeze blows across the farmyard
You can smell that cowshed too
Yes then we wake up in the morning
Smelling like the cowshed too!
Poetry by Audrey Barber
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Written on 2006-09-01 at 12:12
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