Your poems
0 Comments | South Wales Evening Post, Jul 17, 2010
The Farmyard The farmyard sleeps, a cockerel crows in the hour before dawn. A milkmaid with her pail and stool at work this early morn.
Fingers aching with the cold, her cheeks a rosy hue.
The dairy’s warmth awaits her for the task she has to do.
Sheepdog Nell with watchful eye recumbent on the floor.
The mat that spells out ‘welcome’ on the flagstones by the door. Fussy ducks go waddling by on their journey to the pond.
Johnnie dreams of warm fresh milk of which he’s so fond.
The old farm kitchen glows with light, the mistress baking bread. She hasn’t had much time to spare since rising from her bed.
The farmhands soon will be along to start another day.
Breakfast warm and filling to help them on their way.
Dawn’s fingers pointing through the sky, the farmyard is alive.
A sow is grunting in the sty, the bees are in the hive.
Cackling hens are busy, they have lots of eggs to lay The yard a- buzz with many sounds, there is much to do today.
A fence to mend, dry walls to fix, planting of seeds.
Sheep and horses in the fields — they all have many needs.
At end of day the weary band will plod its homeward way.
A feeling of achievement for all they’ve done today.
A jug of ale will please the lads with maidens sweet and fair.
Whilst the farmer will be happy with his pipe and cosy chair.
His day’s work done, a rest deserved, his creatures free from harm.
A country man, his way of life — early morning on the farm.
Barbara Davies Brynffynon Road, Gorseinon .Send your poems to the address at the top of the page
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Your poems
Your poems
0 Comments | South Wales Evening Post, Jul 17, 2010
The Farmyard The farmyard sleeps, a cockerel crows in the hour before dawn. A milkmaid with her pail and stool at work this early morn.
Fingers aching with the cold, her cheeks a rosy hue.
The dairy’s warmth awaits her for the task she has to do.
Sheepdog Nell with watchful eye recumbent on the floor.
The mat that spells out ‘welcome’ on the flagstones by the door. Fussy ducks go waddling by on their journey to the pond.
Johnnie dreams of warm fresh milk of which he’s so fond.
The old farm kitchen glows with light, the mistress baking bread. She hasn’t had much time to spare since rising from her bed.
The farmhands soon will be along to start another day.
Breakfast warm and filling to help them on their way.
Dawn’s fingers pointing through the sky, the farmyard is alive.
A sow is grunting in the sty, the bees are in the hive.
Cackling hens are busy, they have lots of eggs to lay The yard a- buzz with many sounds, there is much to do today.
A fence to mend, dry walls to fix, planting of seeds.
Sheep and horses in the fields — they all have many needs.
At end of day the weary band will plod its homeward way.
A feeling of achievement for all they’ve done today.
A jug of ale will please the lads with maidens sweet and fair.
Whilst the farmer will be happy with his pipe and cosy chair.
His day’s work done, a rest deserved, his creatures free from harm.
A country man, his way of life — early morning on the farm.
Barbara Davies Brynffynon Road, Gorseinon .Send your poems to the address at the top of the page
kitchen stools