Remember Poem

Farming

Remember when I walked out the front door and the bitter cold stung my eyes?

Remember when I rushed down the track in my gumboots and tripped over a rock?

That was farming.

 
Remember when I stood on the back of the carriel with a bunch of calves mooing beside me?

Remember when I blocked my nose in disgust when I smelt revolting cow poo?

That was farming.

Remember when Mum got mad at me when I forgot to give some calves some meal?

Remember when I used to sprint home and jump in front of the fire, trying to warm up?

That was farming.