My Sweet Little Farm Poem by Darin L. Eilerman

I've got everything a man could ever ask.
Except that sweet little farm with flowing green grass.
With trees from Aspen all the way to Willows.
A big barn a little pond and a house with goose down pillows
I'll own every blade of grass every single rock.
I can even dig a hole and say that's even mine,
that space that's actually not.
The barn will be painted red even if it's leaning to one side
The pond will be a perfect place for only fish to thrive.
The goose down pillows will need to be cleaned.
I hope that I can muster.
All my speed and all of my power because,
it's hard to get the geese in the washer.