In early.

April 20, 2017

I'll be home tonight quite early,
I promise I won't be late.
I've got to roll the paddock,
then mend Six Acre's gate.

 

I'll know that it's your birthday
and you've booked the local pub.
I'll make sure that I'm finished,
I like their lovely grub.

 

I am aiming for six thirty
if everything goes to plan,
but I've got to pick up wormer
and there's no diesel in the van.

 

Yes I know you don't go out much,
that's the trouble with a farm.
but I need to check the heifers
and bed down in the old barn.

 

I forgot to let the rams out
it won't take very long,
I'm sure they will be waiting
but I'll hurry them along.

 

Yes I know that you are ready,
but I've just met poor old Bill.
I couldn't just walk past him,
'cause his wife's been rather ill.

 

I will have to change the battery 
on the top field electric fence,
I'm really trying to hurry
and you're sounding rather tense.

 

There's an oil leak on the tractor
I tried to patch it up,
but when I took a short cut
I was knocked down by a tup.

 

But don't worry I'm not bleeding,
I just have some mild concussion.
But I will be with you in a minute
there's no need to get a fuss on.

 

I know we're meeting Peter
and his perfect wife called Gill,
but I'm covered in oil and cow muck
and I'm feeling slightly ill.

 

I know they will look perfect
but I'll bleach off all the stains,
 I just need to cover the silage
because Bill says it might rain.

 

Look I'm sorry but please stop ringing,
I will be about half an hour.
could you make me a quick sandwich
I can eat it in the shower.

 

If you look behind the wellies
you'll find I left your present,
There is no need to thank me
I know you love a pheasant.

 

And I'll try to stay awake when
Pete moans about his day,
sat at his work computer
while we were hauling hay.

 

Oh and while I order diesel
could you iron my favourite shirt
it's the one behind the drier
(please check for specks of dirt).

 

Thanks for being patient,
I know you understand.
it's not easy loving a farmer
when they're married to their land.
Jan Millward©


 

 

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