Mama, she ain't doin' well
Can hardly ring the dinner bell.
Papa's in the churchyard now
Brother has to milk the cow.
Farmin's hard but we get to it
Life is hard but we get through it
Sister she done had a date
Boy brought her home a l'il too late
Nine months later had a baby
they're in trouble. Don't mean maybe.
Farmin's hard but we get to it.
Life is hard but we get through it.
The flood well it took most our crops
We're brewin' with the neighbors' hops.
Tax man wants to take the farm.
Hope he don't come to no harm.
Farmin's hard but we get to it.
Life is hard but we get through it.
Farmin's hard but we get to it.
Life is hard, but we get through it.
Great meter! Just stopping by for the A-Z Challenge. Please check us out and sign up to follow if you like what you see. Juliet atCity Muse Country Muse
ReplyDeleteLove this poem. Hope it's not autobiographical!
ReplyDeleteRosalind Adam is Writing in the Rain
Thanks so much for stopping by y'all!
ReplyDelete@Juliet - I'm glad you enjoyed it, Juliet. It was fun to write...so much so that I might rearrange some of my A to Z for more poems!
@Rosalind - well, let's call it semi-autobiographical for now. :p