On The Farm
By mcscraic
Fri, 06 Oct 2017
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On The Farm - By Paul McCann
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On the farm where we stayed
the chickens laid
as we played , on the flying trapeze
strung up on trees without leaves .
My young sister and me
were so happy for you see
we had horses to ride
so far and wide there outside
our little country home .
The land we owned ,
was ours alone
to do with as we pleased.
On bended knees , crops were seized .
In the house where we lived ,
My mother sieved the flour
with a flyscreen on a bowl .
The dough was rolled into a fold
Then kneaded for a while .
Our home made style bread was piled
In baskets on the shelf .
Good food, good health ,
and the wealth of an old country charm ,
did us no harm on the farm .
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