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Farm Girls.

July 12, 2017

You may criticise our make up,
you can laugh about our teeth.
You can think we have no feelings,
but don't know what lies beneath.

 

You can laugh at all the farm girls
with broken finger nails,
the ones in dirty overalls
and muck from off cows tails.

 

You may scoff at farmer tan lines,
the straw stuck in our hair.
But please don't try and judge us
that really isn't fair.

 

You may think it really funny
that we get straw in our bra's,
but we will get our own back
when you're following in your car.

 

Because farm girls can drive tractors
and we will go soo slow,
if you drive too close behind us
and have no place to go.

 

And please don't patronise us,
we know how to castrate
it's much better to respect us
then we can be great mates.

 

Don't snipe about our cattle
or snigger at our sheep
we have the skills if needed
that could make a grown man weep.

 

Farm girls are the toughest
but know all their stock by name
they can deal with cows at calving
and sort out sheep when lame.


They can service the old tractor
and bale up fields of hay,
stay up all night lambing
and mend the fence by day.

 

They can spot an sickly heifer,
milk a herd of cattle.
Ride a stroppy pony 
as if they're going to battle.

 

They can plough the fields and scatter
the good seed on the land.
Train a bull to halter
and be there to lend a hand.

 

And sometimes they achieve this
with a kid or two in tow,
and still have hair that's shiny
and cheeks that are all aglow.

 

Don't underestimate a farm girl,
many are college trained.
There is a lot more to it
than cooking on the range.

 

But when you get to know them
you will find a heart of gold,
and if you are really lucky
you will live to be quite old!
Jan Millward©

 

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