Sunday was a fun day
We worked out in the yard
The chicks were happy playing
The boys were working hard
I worked, I toiled, I labored
I shoveled, scooped and hauled
The sun was hot and crispy
The breeze so cool and small
The paths were in the garden
The spiral full of dirt
The chicken run was started
And still we worked and worked
At the end I felt it
The burning on my arms
The boys of course, I’d coated
To keep them from sun’s harm
I didn’t think to use it
I didn’t even try
So now my skin is crispy
I’m trying not to cry!
OUCH!
a pinch of homestead 