Borrowed a friends tractor
Corrals all scraped and mucked
No more smelly winter manure funk
Evening chores now take more timeNo rest for the weary , we have to keep it up
April snow showers fall all around
Bundled up and dressed to stay warmBoots, hats , layers galore.
Despite the weather it must be doneFly season will soon overcome
My purple pitchfork and rusty old wheelbarrow make our way
Get those corrals clean for another day
One wheelbarrow at a time I start to get close
Won’t be long now and I ‘ll have just one more to go
My fingers growing colder with every trip I make
Won't be long now and I will have made
The Robbins cheerfully sing their song as I pass by
My wheelbarrow full of poo , one more time.
The wind blows my hat off
Dust burns in my eyes
I cuss this Montana Springtime weather
Giving anything if only to not to have these blasted chores
Instead I could be inside, enjoying the warmth
It won't be long and the month will be May
But those corrals will be clean for yet another day.
Ok folks, I am no poet as you can see, but I had several lines rolling around in my head for the last few days as I made my way through my evening chores. It's silly but it was fun to get it all down on paper.
I thought it nicely summarizes my very exciting evening routine on the farm.