The sunlight hits down on the dew of the grass.
The farm animals walk past,
I turn to my horse.
This animal is the best love source.
I look towards the sun,
A new day has begun.
The pinkish-orange sky is beautiful.
The chilly breeze is suitable.
It won't be long until it gets warm.
I look off into the distance to see around the fresh hay, an animal swarm.
I couldn't blame them, I'd be hungry, too.
Laying in that barn all night in the cold with nothing to do.
I slip into my cowboy boots and throw on my cowgirl hat,
soon, roams by, the old, fat, cat.
That cat is so old, he's older than me.
He probably can't even see.
I lead my horse out to the pasture.
I remember what it was like here last year.
Not even a single horse let-lone a pony.
Now its filled with grazer, even an animal full of balony.
That pig is so cute I could cry.
Cross my heart and hope to die, I promise this is not a lie.
I smile and fill the food pan.
Fill the water cans.
It is my job of course.
I mount my horse.
September 24,2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
anna, i like the pictures you paint with words. i like to do a lot of rhyming in my poetry but enjoy reading some poems with little or no rhyming. i happened upon your poem because i was looking at who was online now. i found it interesting that you say you live in the city instead of on a farm. does that mean you make up all this stuff i wonder. i hope you get to work/live on a farm someday if that is what you want and still want to do when you get older. nice job. bri edwards