Winter On The Farm Poem by David Wood

Highland cattle with horns outstretched,
On hard frost covered short spiky grass,
Like jagged shards of broken glass.
Winter on the farm seems not that far-fetched.

Cattle staring wide eyed and steady.
Their frosted breath hanging in the air,
The cold morning air all naked and bare,
Calves at their feet waiting and ready.

Icy wind whipping up the animals coat
As one starts to walk, he must be the leader,
To the snow covered hay in the high animal feeder.
And eat his fill of hay; others look on as if to gloat.

The others soon follow to take in their fill
Then stand in the lee of a hedge out of the breeze
Keeping out the wind and trying not to wheeze
Standing by the trough with icicles hanging over the sill

Day after day they stand as the snow drifted
In whirls around the hedge, and it gets even deeper.
The calves find it harder as the ground gets steeper
To suckle from their mothers as dark clouds lifted.

Week after week they wait for the spring,
They know it will come for that they are sure,
But for now they know they will have to endure
They are tough and hardy and ready for anything.