Country LivinA Poem by WolfYup this is my life and im proud of itDusty boots and dirty hands; just another day on the farm. Up at the crack of dawn; Puttin on those wrangler jeans; and sliding on these old boots. feedin the horses and milkin the cows; some call it work but for me. I call it passion; this is all i know and it runs through these veins. Ma and Pa started this tradition and i intend on; seeing this through. passing on the farm to my son just as my father did to me. my final resting place is under that old oak tree by the creek; cookin up supper by dusk. sayin my prayers after bed time storys. in bed by midnight and it starts all over again here on the farm. © 2010 WolfReviews
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Added on November 2, 2010Last Updated on November 4, 2010 Tags: Country Author
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