A Day At The Farm


Autumn crisp days in Buffalo, New York

I’ll dive into a pile of hay today

Which word to use -- muddy pig? Or pork!

A mix of moos and oinks and quacks, and neighs.

Greasy pumpkin donuts -- just not enough,

Some apples, sweet and tart, for homemade pie,

The herds of cattle looking pretty buff!

Looking at the beautiful country sky.

Some yellow jackets on the cider’s brim.

The field, now plowed, is ready to be sowed,

The daylight is fading, it's getting dim!

Riding once again the rocky back road.

Another season part of this farm’s past -

Hopefully next year’s crops will be here fast!

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