On The Farm

• Rachel Gibbs, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2017

Early in the morning, I can hear the animals in the barn,
I can see the amazing view of golden crops on the farm.
Walking outside I see the dogs lying lazily around,
Their plump puppies running around making a yapping sound.
Entering the barn, I am greeted by the horse’s heads,
I begin to clean up and muck out their beds.
I get my favourite horse Bluey out and tack her up,
Leading her out of the barn and call Lucky the pup.
We begin our morning ride through the bush following the river,
I see a big fat snake going for a slither.
We ride back home and head into the barn,
I walk outside to go and help out on the farm.
Once I have finished fixing the pipe on the windmill,
I head inside to go and pay the monthly bill.