A Springtime Chore Poem

Borrowed a friends tractor

Corrals all scraped and mucked

 

No more smelly winter manure funk

Evening chores now take more time

No rest for the weary , we have to keep it up

April snow showers fall all around

Bundled up and dressed to stay warm

Boots,  hats , layers galore.

Despite the weather it must be done

Fly 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.