31 Poems

My dad was up at dawn, snow, rain or sun
to fetch and milk the cows, no holidays
life as a farmer, not for everyone
in fields of grass, the cows would gently graze

to fetch and milk the cows, no holidays
and mum would come out later, help to give
in fields of grass , the cows would gently graze
our country life, a busy way to live

and mum would come out later, help to give
as well as garden, cook and clean and sew
our country life, a busy way to live
the farming tasks, the seasons ebb and flow

as well as garden, cook and clean and sew
for us two girls she always had a smile
the farming tasks, the seasons ebb and flow
we played in fields and woods and over stile

for us two girls she always had a smile
the kitchen warm with Rayburn and her love
we played in fields and woods and over stile
hay making days with bluest skies above

the kitchen warm with Rayburn and her love
sweet memories remain of childhood fun
hay making days with bluest skies above
my dad was up at dawn, snow, rain or sun