From a simpler time and place (8)
Sans the cows and the school children here...
But there are the woodstoves firing up and the barn chores to do even in the dead of winter
The simpler place is here.
But there are the woodstoves firing up and the barn chores to do even in the dead of winter
The simpler place is here.
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Aaww thats lovely
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We know about this don't we Joan? Funny though, they don't make chickens like they used to, my hens don't lay eggs in the morning, they wait til about 10 AM to begin. Must be 21st century hens. 
I'm thinking of getting some more Rhode Island reds but the price of feed has almost doubled since 2 years ago.
BTW did you enjoy the poem?
I'm thinking of getting some more Rhode Island reds but the price of feed has almost doubled since 2 years ago.
BTW did you enjoy the poem?
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ooby_dooby: We know about this don't we Joan? Funny though, they don't make chickens like they used to, my hens don't lay eggs in the morning, they wait til about 10 AM to begin. Must be 21st century hens.
I'm thinking of getting some more Rhode Island reds but the price of feed has almost doubled since 2 years ago.
BTW did you enjoy the poem?
I'm thinking of getting some more Rhode Island reds but the price of feed has almost doubled since 2 years ago.
BTW did you enjoy the poem?
I sure did like the poem
I have some Dominique chicks comming from Murray McMurray next week.
I only have bantams at the moment and I think there is going to be a demand for large size eggs soon, as the price of groceries and gasoline ( to drive to the grocery store) goes up.
Chicks sale prices at the auction have gone down now that Spring is over.
I'm holding on to the rest of the chicks to sell or trade at the local fairs in August,
(Sorry for boring you other folks who don't farm
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ooby_dooby: WINTER--EARLY MORNING
By Louise Owen
The black sky tingles
with a million white stars;
Blue burns Serius
red burns Mars.
Venus in the east
hangs bigger than a moon,
and the green-laced horizon
says dawn will be soon.
And the farmer wakes up, and the farmer boy rouses,
and the lights go on in the little white houses
Early fires smoke
is lighter than the sky;
in a hundred skillets
bacon goes to fry.
In a hundred coffee pots
coffee bubbles up,
and a hundred farmers wives
drink their first blessed cup
And the cows grow restless , and the farm boys yawn,
and in big red barns all the morning lights go on
The warm milk rings
in the bottom of the pails;
the warm milk foams
and the cows switch their tails.
The school children shiver
and stretch their little legs,
and run to the henhouse
to pick the morning eggs
The chimney smoke is pink in the light of the dawn;
the sky is like a roman sash, the morning star is gone.
The sun stands up with a laugh, with a shout,
and in all the little houses the lights go out.
By Louise Owen
The black sky tingles
with a million white stars;
Blue burns Serius
red burns Mars.
Venus in the east
hangs bigger than a moon,
and the green-laced horizon
says dawn will be soon.
And the farmer wakes up, and the farmer boy rouses,
and the lights go on in the little white houses
Early fires smoke
is lighter than the sky;
in a hundred skillets
bacon goes to fry.
In a hundred coffee pots
coffee bubbles up,
and a hundred farmers wives
drink their first blessed cup
And the cows grow restless , and the farm boys yawn,
and in big red barns all the morning lights go on
The warm milk rings
in the bottom of the pails;
the warm milk foams
and the cows switch their tails.
The school children shiver
and stretch their little legs,
and run to the henhouse
to pick the morning eggs
The chimney smoke is pink in the light of the dawn;
the sky is like a roman sash, the morning star is gone.
The sun stands up with a laugh, with a shout,
and in all the little houses the lights go out.
A day in my life. exchange goat for cow and thats my life.
thanks for the poem it just puts my life in a nut shell
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Well,it's still being done all over my Country,not as much,but I don't have to go far to get to a Farm.
Yes it sure was a much less complicated and hectic time back then!
Yes it sure was a much less complicated and hectic time back then!
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By Louise Owen
The black sky tingles
with a million white stars;
Blue burns Serius
red burns Mars.
Venus in the east
hangs bigger than a moon,
and the green-laced horizon
says dawn will be soon.
And the farmer wakes up, and the farmer boy rouses,
and the lights go on in the little white houses
Early fires smoke
is lighter than the sky;
in a hundred skillets
bacon goes to fry.
In a hundred coffee pots
coffee bubbles up,
and a hundred farmers wives
drink their first blessed cup
And the cows grow restless , and the farm boys yawn,
and in big red barns all the morning lights go on
The warm milk rings
in the bottom of the pails;
the warm milk foams
and the cows switch their tails.
The school children shiver
and stretch their little legs,
and run to the henhouse
to pick the morning eggs
The chimney smoke is pink in the light of the dawn;
the sky is like a roman sash, the morning star is gone.
The sun stands up with a laugh, with a shout,
and in all the little houses the lights go out.