You Know You’re A Farmer When (poem)

Poetry of life on the farm by #thepoetfarmer

YOU KNOW YOU’RE A FARMER WHEN (poem)

When you’ve held the pitch fork for more years and for more hours than your cell phone, you know you’re a farmer.

When you’ve traded in your coach bags for milk buckets and muck boots, you know you’re a farmer.

When you find anyone in overalls charming, you know you’re a farmer.

When hay in the hair is an accessory worth commenting on, you know you’re a farmer.

When you’ve woken up at midnight, worn a headlamp and slept in barn hay awaiting a new born lamb, you know you’re a farmer.

When you’ve stood up invitations ‘out’ in order to hang with your farm critters, you know you’re a farmer.

When you trade summer vacation for 12 hour days of sweat and labor, you know you’re a farmer.

When your biggest alarm clock chimes in your head when you’re nearing your ‘out of hay’ moment, you know you’re a farmer.

When you reflect on your life and all the best memories that flood back are of children, laughing and loving your farm’s animals and the farm way of life, you know you’re a farmer.

When you spin the fleece, weave the wool, milk the doe, separate the cream, cry when they die and smile when they’re born, hold them when they’re weak, and push them to green grass when they’re strong, tend to their cuts, feed them their treats, scratch their itchy ears, and you watch them, and nurture them, and protect them, and truly and deeply love them……..you know you are a farmer.

When you truly know you’re a farmer, there is no turning back.

#farmlife, #keepingitcountry, #thepoetfarmer

God Bless! L. Davis

 

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