'Farm Livin' Poem by Linda Winchell

I never wanted to be a farmer
I haven’t ever had the heart or time for it.
But I have three goats that tear my yard up
And they dump piles and piles of (manure) .

The price it takes to raise my chickens for eggs
Is much more than it’s really worth.
I’m lucky to even get an egg these days in their coop
Because they’re now in the pines high perched!

If they decide to get down to the ground to eat
Over head there lurks a villain.
Red tail hawks looking for some eats
So all my birds they are now a killin!

Now I had two ducks or was it four?
But the weasels killed all but one.
And he likes coming up on my deck
Leaving his larger dog turd size dumps of dung!

I’ve decided that when they’re all dead and gone
I will just tear down all their copes.
Then I might be able to walk out barefooted
And not have to worry about all their POOP!

By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009