Growing Up on the Farm

and I lived on a big farm.

My home was a white wooden house,

that my Grandparents built themselves.

We had a red barn for the cows,

and we drank water from a well.

Tall oak trees shaded the front yard,

the fence always needed repairs.

We had a large round silo,

and a root-cellar for canned food.

The fields were planted in crops,

corn was grown for the animals.

My Grandpa drove his tractor,

he loved to bale the hay.

We put out feed for the livestock,

placed a scare-crow in the corn patch.

We had hired hands to harvest the produce,

and some even helped my Grandpa bale the hay.

We took our ripe produce to the market,

where we would sell it every year.