farm girl

I stretch
and yawn in the early morning.
I hear
the rooster crow,
the tractor
growl
the goats and chickens
are out
across the farm.
I know nothing about
farming,
but here I am
fetching a pail of
water to bathe in,
gathering eggs from
the hen house,
milking a cow.
but I do it out of love,
for my new girl friend
Sadie,
who waves from the field
as she picks
her breakfast strawberries.
she's corn fed and blonde,
strong as an ox,
blue eyed
and sassy. we met on
farm girl dot com.