Chicory Springs Farm Nigerian Dwarf Dairy Goats
FARM POEMS
an ode to farm finances….
by Jean Wilcox
I counted up the mouths one day
to see where all the money went.
Indeed at first it came to me,
but round about it all was sent,
for hay and corn and oats and seed.
Soon it seems it all was spent.
One mule, one goat, one chicken there,
now they’re running everywhere.
A great surprise it was to see
that there were 60 instead of three!
“How could this happen?” my heart it cried.
This hobby started just “on the side”.
But now it seems I’m over-run
by something that was “just for fun”.
The screen it squeaks, I’m met by brays,
All heads are looking for their hay.
Dishes, taxes, laundry chores,
they all must wait…
I’m out the door!
by Jean Wilcox
(This little verse was inspired after running 40 heifers thru
at the vet clinic where I worked.)
If you’ve never scrubbed a barn or two
with cows a plenty, here’s a clue:
Those high-up spots of green and brown-
Its very hard to get them down!
No matter if you’re short or tall
It’s surely stuck upon the wall.
It’s far beyond my reach you see,
because I’m only five-foot-three!
It sticks like glue, or like cement.
I wish it would instead ferment.
Buckets, hose, a brush and nozzle,
It’s enough to wear you to a frazzle.
Once again its time to scrub-
Now I’m headed for the tub!