Fall Farming
Dust flying
Motors running
Field lights shining brightly,
At night time.
Farmers sleepily come,
To their comfy beds,
Past midnight.
Roosters cry th alarms,
Farm wives cook up a hearty breakfast for their families,
While the others do the morning chores.
Stumble with heavy pails of water to the pig trough,
Having water spilling on to their heavy rubber boots.
Come in tiredly in,
For a warm meal,
And a big cup of hot coffee to warm yourself,
Right down to your ice cold toes.
After finishing breakfast,
Farmers go back outside to finish combining that day.
