Farmyard Antics 138 Poem by Phil Soar

I strolled into a farmyard
And I felt like I was home
Watching cows and sheep and pigs
Wherever they might roam

Brought up in a ranch down south
I knew how animals think
Like milking cows and foot and mouth
And shit that really stinks

But now I felt quite whole again
And back where I first started
And loved the sound of shattered ground
And the noise as cattle farted

I'd gone there for an interview
To work there through the seasons
I felt that everything was new
For the right sort of reasons

But as the farmer spoke to me
He looked me in the eyes
He touched my knee, and made me flee
And I didn't say goodbye