Day Dream Poem by ryan obrien

The squelch of mud beneath my boots
the wind is whistling around the coups
chickens clucking around the yard
pecking feed its raining hard
raindrops getting bigger now
i raise my head to see a cow
is sheltered underneath a tree
with big sad eyes he looks at me
i wonder on across the farm
to see the pigs in all there charm
rolling in a muddy sty
im wishing i was home and dry
i open my eyes and see the sun beaming
i relize i was just dreaming