@+e Forum A Farmers Lament

  Deep in the country side Lies Bentwood Farm, a secluded place Standing against the elements A bleak old farmhouse lacking in grace Been in the Farmers family for over three hundred years Down through a few generations A mixture of hard work, blood and tears Now owned by old Farmer Bryant A hardy type of man He and his wife Jenny Do the best that they can Though a desolate landscape Its place full of love and fun With their old Sheepdog Jess A beer and a gun Cows always need milking, so up with a lark The cowsheds full of noisy cattle Followed by old Jesse who would awaken the dead with her bark Which she does to remind her master Of his sole task ahead To get the cows milked and out into the field So the sheep in the meadow can be fed Meanwhile in the Farmhouse Jennie was baking Bread and Pies Ready for her husbands one o’clock  lunch Oh Dear she sighs The Bread was ok and looked good enough to eat But the pies were a bit hard and so did not look very appetizing But she scraped of the black bits that sat on the top They did not look well, which was not so surprising But onward and upward she thought to herself Awaiting the arrival of Tom her husband of fifty years Who will be hungry for breakfast after his hard work this morning Just as she had always done through much Blood Sweat and Tears For Old Tom had been a farmer for all of his life Keeping Cows, Sheep and chickens and an old Tamworth pig With Ruby his wife always smiling by his side On their farm in the Cotswold's which was not very big Then came the big winter with loads of Snow and Ice Keeping the animals safe became the name of the game Had them all bedded down in the Barns for over six weeks But Tom and Jenny managed to feed them all just the same As Spring approached the weather relented And life on the farm returned to its usual  stride So now was the time to reminisce on their life together As they sat and drank tea and remembered their wedding day with pride As they smiled at each other across the kitchen table holding hands They looked at the picture on the Mantelpiece above the roaring fire Of themselves and their five children their real pride and joy who all kept in contact weekly because they loved Mum and Dad They had four lovely daughters and one solitary boy As they sat drinking their tea it was a lovely sight to see Two people in love for all of those years And I am sure you will say that’s how it should be.