THE FAIR-HAIRED FARMHAND Poem by Jan Glas

No matter what I write
I will stay a farmer.
A farmer with one farmhand.
A fair-haired farmhand
in blue overalls.
The sun shines,

farm-hand and farmer
are resting on the land
and just like that the farmhand
strokes the farmer's cheek
and says:
‘What a dear sweet farmer.'

And the farmer blushes,
looks over the land
and gets to his feet.
‘Back to work then,'
the farmer says, ‘we've still
all the poems to milk.'