To my trusty sideklick jumpin' line
My loyal help
My dog at my side.
And the nearly full moon in the waining sky
As I feed the chickens
and bid them g'night.
The sheep in their paddock resting comfy and sweet
At peace in the night air
Baa'ing quietly to sleep.
I thank the human that learned to breed chickens
That are big and fat
And born to help feed us.
And I'm proud of the scarecrow my husband created
To outsmart those owls
That tried to lament us!
My son in his hammock reading at leisure
The breeze softly blowing
As the rain brings us treasure.
I've been stopping more moments in the quickness of farming
To love on my land
And the serenity it brings me.
It isn't as slow or as calm as I'd like
And many a day
I think "I'm done with this life."
But when I take the time to look at the life all around me
I see God's sweet touch in our pastures
And the gift -- oh so sweet.
Tomorrow's a new day; The animals won't wait
But this land is my home
And it's hills are my place.
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