Because the mud is so deep;
Even with the 4-wheel drive
The pickup is not a Jeep.
It's about a half mile to the pens
Where I must feed the hay
And rain keeps falling from the sky
Day after dreary day.
I know I should not complain about
The rain that has no end
Because last summer all my prayers
Were that God, rain would send.
So, I feed the cows some hay
In ever growing muck
So deep that even my mud boots
Off my feet it would suck.
I'm thankful for this rainy spell
And glad that it has come
But, we could use some drying time
And wish to see the sun.
No comments:
Post a Comment