I strolled into a farmyard
The memories flooded back
Of childhood games among the hay
And yards all full of cack
Brought up on a working farm
With all it's woe and strife
Reminds me of the high points
From my very early life
As I strolled into this farmyard
The memories I recalled
Gave me such a welcome glow
The daily grind just stalled
I looked into a clear blue sky
And when I raised my head
I realised I'd work this land
Until they found me dead
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