Must be cool to be a farmer.
(Well,
except for all the work!)
Having
produce at your fingertips
Would
be a lovely perk.
Feeding
chickens, brushing horses,
Waking
up to milk the cows,
All
sound great within the fantasy
My
urban mind allows.
Wearing
flannel shirts and Carhartt’s,
Picking
crops and baking bread,
Trading
subways, cabs and buses
For
a tractor ride instead.
Oh,
I know I’m being foolish;
Farming’s
not a lot of fun
And
it takes the kind of labor
That’s
not meant for everyone.
But
from days of “Old MacDonald,”
When
I think about a farm,
I
don’t focus on the grunt work,
Just
the hype of all its charm.
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