Little Farmer Boy (a Poem)

Dirt on your face

bib overalls on,

turning your head

up to the sun.

Head to the barn

bucket in hand,

doing your chores,

following Dad.

Feed the animals,

mow the lawn,

pick up the eggs,

up before dawn.

Mama makes breakfast

you eat your fill,

clean up, change clothes,

it’s time for school.

Writing your papers

reading your books,

work up math problems

in science you cook.

Pick up the mail

back home from school

walking the farm

there’s more chores to do.

Stay busy all day,

in bed by ten

then the sun comes up

and you do it again.